Thursday, August 22, 2013
How My Psych Obsession Began
We had moved, I now had a healthy baby girl after we had spending 5 weeks in the newborn ICU and she had just turned one and life was becoming normal again and we finally got our cable back, after going a few months without it. Then it happened again, this time I was bored though not forced into bed, and I see these two guys again and I immediately stop. It was the spring of 2009 and a Psych marathon was playing all day. I sat with my husband and we watched for a good 9 hours straight. We were hooked, this time I had at least learned that Psych was on the USA network and that it was awesome. So we whenever we saw it on the guide we would watch, but without a DVR or Netflix, and our library actually charges to get a card since we don’t live in a town with a library, so we watched when we could, but it was limited. We did finally get a DVR and Psych was up there on the list of shows to record and we watched it every time we saw a new (or old) episode had been caught. But since I wasn’t the obsessive type, or at least I didn’t think that I was, Psych was just that show that made me laugh and one that I could turn to when I was in a bad mood and it would cheer me up. Although, I will admit by this time having not watched the show in sequence I did have a few questions, and there were some definite things that I wanted to see happen. Mainly, I wasn’t a huge fan of Shawn being with Abigail and I thought that he and Juliet really should be together. Honestly I really am a true romantic at heart. I guess I have to be seeing as though I married my husband a month after our first date, we got engaged on our fourth date. We really did fall in love at first sight, so basically I am a huge romantic and love to see a good relationship flesh itself out.
Season four had just ended and the absolutely incredible episode of Mr. Yang Presents had me very excited to get to the summer so season five would start. (Remember when we only had to wait a couple months for a new season and not a year) I still hadn’t become overly obsessed yet, but I was happy to see the Shawn and Abigail story line go away, and looked forward to Shawn maybe finally being able to tell Juliet how he feels. But bad luck struck again, exactly one month after Season Four ended, I was laid off from my job, and since my husband went to school full time, justifying paying for cable wasn’t an option, but since USA was pretty good at putting the episodes online, I agreed that cable needed to be taken off of the list of bills. But as summer came and Season five started, the more obsessed I got. My husband hadn’t seen anything like it, I was constantly talking about what was going on with Psych, and then the one episode that made me a true 100% Psych-O came. One, Maybe Two Ways, Out and the romantic in me completely freaked out. Between what Shawn told Gus while Juliet was listening in the van, and that final moment when Shawn tells Juliet to take lots of pictures and she just takes him and kisses him. I was going completely crazy, and that was putting it mildly. I swear I watched that episode over and over again. Now I was starting to worry my husband. I’m not sure how or when I found out when Psych would return, but I told my husband that it was a requirement that we have our cable and DVR back by then. I was not going to come even a little bit close to missing the next episode. Luckily I had found a temp job just in time and we got the cable back up and running just in time. During that summer I do remember watching a lot of you tube videos and finding out all I could about the actors who played them. Now trust me when I say that I became kind of overly happy and giddy, almost a little scary when I found out that James and Maggie were actually dating. Talk about a romantics dream come true, your ideal TV couple is actually a real life couple. Keep in mind that I am a mom and I really didn’t watch that much TV. In the years since learning this I now see that it isn’t that uncommon, but it still makes me happy when it happens.