I've gotta stop watching tv

It's Christmas time and nearly every channel is showing some kind of Christmas special movie. What's so wrong with that? Nothing, unless you're a single gal with a biological clock that's not just ticking-the alarm's going off! It seems that 90% of these Christmas movies are about women who are "not quite spring chickens anymore" who have been misfortunate in love...UNTIL...Christmas!...and POW! There he is! Standing under the mistletoe, the perfect man who in a matter of minutes has fallen head-over-heels in love with the heroine. Nobody ever makes a movie about the other girl. The one who doesn't get her man gift wrapped under the tree. Nobody wants to see that kind of film, and I can't blame them...I watch that story unfold in my real life, day after day after day after day...(you get the idea). I just don't know what it's going to take to make things change. 19 months ago I uprooted myself out of my monotonus life and moved to NC to take on a new adventure. Well, adventure is what I got. Just not the kind I expected. Ever since it's been one bad episode after another. Struggling through a job that blamed me for every failure, loosing all my employment, my father dying, being unemployed for several months, struggling with drepression, insomnia, and lack of motivation. One of my favorite holiday movies is appropriatly named "The Holiday" in it Iris declares "You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own story!". I still feel like I'm playing the role of the sad pathetic backround character that you feel sorry for occasionally, but then you never really give her a second thought since you're all wrapped up in the story line of the main (good-looking) characters.