American Idol Withdrawal!

The countdown has begun. I only have months left until I get my fix. My hands shake and my mouth is dry. My dreams are haunted at night with distorted dreams of past nights that we spent together. The excitement and the endless discussions of what would happen at the end of the evening. The building expectation along with the sense of what might come. I am in "American Idol" withdrawal.

Visions of Chris and Taylor dance through my head. I love how they do what they do and just can't make up my mind exactly who does it best. The way they hit that certain note gives me shivers that run up and down my spine and I long for the time when we can be together once again. I miss the uncertainty. Who will become the winner? Will they live up to my expectations? Can my heart and my loyalty be held safely until next season, or will something I hear or read about their antics knock them off of the pedestal that I have placed them on? I know I have built them up to much higher standards then they might deserve, but it was all so much fun. Each week I looked forward to our time together, though the hour went so fast when we were united. Just when I decided that I had made a decision about who I loved the most, beautiful words and the look in the person singing that love song just for me would change my vote. Once again I was back into limbo. Who would be worthy of my devotion and my vote?

How I long for the endless discussion and the ever changing, and emotionally charged Internet chats that seem to follow wherever my favorite show goes. All the talk about it's worthlessness and lack of talent only proves to me that nobody knows everything. I even loved how Sanjaya made that little girl cry. I loved how I actually learned what something called "beat boxing" was. Face it! "American Idol" actually brought God to the masses. What about all of the arguments about whether that slightly over-weight guy, with the curly hair, was gaining enough support from his church and other Christians around the world to win? I guess it really didn't matter though because he lost anyhow even though he seemed to have the support of the big "Guy" upstairs on his side.