On the ending ...

I've been in denial for a while now.

For some reason I am having issues being ok with the truth.

 A simple truth.

And it's not like I didn't try.

I swear I did my best.

But now it's time to finally admit it ... I'm probably not going to watch the Simpsons anymore.

For almost 33 years I followed the adventures of the yellow family.  I'd seen every episode. I'd seen every short. I had Simpsons merch.  I had CDs of song from the Simpsons - not one, but 2 CDs worth. I used to have whole conversations with friends that were nothing more than a collection of Simpsons quotes.  I was so proud of being a Simpsonphile I used to put these facts on my dating profiles - surprisingly, it did not result in a tsunami of Simpson loving women crashing my email box.

But for the last few seasons my watching has been sporadic at best. I tell myself that I will get around to watching the other episodes.  I just need some spare time on the weekend.  I tell myself that I will catch up by binge watching during the off season. Not to worry, I will get caught up.

But that is a lie.  I want it to be true, but it isn't.  And it never will be.

I just can't anymore.  I can admit it was love at first sight.  So many years of laughter and joy.  There was magic right from the start.  So many moments and memories. Remember that time when you met and married Marge in the 70s? and then that other time you met and married Marge - except now it was in the 90s?  All those crazy martian invasions! All those hits to the head. All those beers ... it was so good while it lasted ... 

But after 32 seasons ... I just can't.  I'm sorry Matt Groening.  I did get through all of Futurama if that brings you any joy ... but with Simpsons, I'm just done. I tap out. I can no longer handle the relentless assault of new episodes.  The thought of another season is exhausting. We had a good run but in the end I just have to call it quits. 

It's not you, it's me.