The Ghost Of Alex

For the last year I have been watching a show, revolving around doctors and surgeries, blood and sutures, life and death, and everything that revolves around it. Relationships. Friendships. Careers. Families. Competitiveness. And the lack of all these things and more.

Something about this show makes it different from the rest of the T.V shows. It makes you think. Even after its over, it makes you think. I think the reason for that is because its just so real. Real lives, real stories. And I like that. A doctor once told me even the medical history/facts on the show is almost precise. And so, a lot of us (women mainly) who watch this show, feel they are a part of it. We connect with the people, they become “our people”. Its all a bit strange. Maybe it’s a woman thing.

I asked a lot of people, who was their favourite person on the show. There was the hot one (Mc Steamy), there was the prince-charming (Mc Dreamy),  the beautiful bubbly and super-emotional friend/doctor (Izzie, who is my second favourite) and there was the competitive-powerful-intellegent-independent woman (Yang).

My favourite was Alex.

The young man with a dark side. The ass-whole, if I may say so. The boy brought up besides trash-cans with a shattered family back ground. The boy who fought, every step of his life, aggressively, to survive the situations life threw at him. The boy that turned bitter.  The man who remained bitter. Tough. Harsh. Mean.

Almost like a real person isn’t it. But then, we see the good sides to Alex. Where he is loving, and gentle. And strong. Having been through so much in life, ofcourse he will be bitter, ofcourse he will be mean. Life was mean to him. But inside, he has a heart, just as soft, sincere and gentle as any one of us. And we get to see that. Because we watch the show.

We see the ghost of Alex.

This made me think, its only because I incessantly watch the show everytime the latest season is out. I watch him through different situations. Being the asswhole and being the prince charming. I almost know him. And I can grow to love him. I did. I gave him time. I gave him the chance. He grew on me.

But. There are so many Alex’s in this world. So many young kids who haven’t been nurtured the right way. So many turn bitter. And so many of us, form our opinions and turn our backs on them. Like so many others have, all their lives. Kids, brought up in broken homes, alcoholic parents, abusive siblings, no friends and the ones that were friends only to wrongly influence an already vulnerable child into doing the worse things. I know some of these kids. Most of them are adults now. And maybe, they are the lucky ones. The ones that got the chance, the support. They didn’t have to escape. Escape emotions, drama, and just escape life.

Its just a thought. We turn our backs on those that seem like trouble makers, or when we were younger, the kids that were mean. Ever had a bad day at work? Come home and snapped at your family? Imagine having a bad day, every day of your life.  That is the ghost of Alex. Even you have the ghost of Alex.

So give them a chance. Think twice about making that judgement. Maybe all they need is one less person with a preconceived notion. All they need your time. A little of it.

A real friend can rid you of any ghost following you from the past.

I know, because I have a few.