It's never like the movies.

TV is full of people who are in our ignorant eyes super heroes. Everything always works out for them. They love when they have to, fight when they need to, recover like they should and when they die, they resurrect for the next movie right on cue. We all want to fly and move things with our minds, we want to have that great job at wall street where we hit the Forbes list in a year or less and for those a bit messed in the head, we want all the women and men in the red light district. People who have this kind of realities usually end up giving talk shows and being featured in the discovery channel.

For the longest time I wanted to be Peyton Sawyer of one tree hill!She's the reason I continued watching the show after it outstretched its tv-life. She was everything I was but exaggerated X 422. She was creative, fun, very dark and owned her very own music studio where great rockers just randomly drop in. Plus she had the hottest and sharpest man on the show.

Of course my life was a very far cry from Peyton. My relationship was falling apart like an old net, my school work was flowing down the drain uncontrollably and my darkness had quite overpowered my fun side a couple of eons back. But that din't stop me from being Peyton Sawyer....in my head.

Every so often, a dream will come true and suddenly for 5 minutes, you are Jet Li or Jack Bauer or James Bond. For those 5 minutes you are totally happy with your lot in life. When you finally get that job you have always dreamed of, you buy that car straight out of the show room, you have just landed the hottest chic/dude on campus or you finally buy that house in the leafy surburbs. For 5 minutes......until the ceiling starts leaking, the citi hoppa writes off your car, the chic/dude turns psycho and you discover that your new boss is the devil's spawn.

Movies know when to end. Our lives don't seem to be written on the same script. Your long lost ex won't come to pelt your window with rocks while he belts out tunes from the late 80's. You relaize your job will never pay you your worth and that Range Rover you drove proudly into your garage last month needs 4k of fuel every day and insurance premiums that could educate your village. The kissing will never be on cue, the production house will not foot the fuel bill and all those pretty houses on wisteria lane are in fact small model houses scale 1:100.

We need to remember to be grateful for that hour and a half that life finally goes our way because there is someone out there who really wants to live under that leaking roof for an hour, work for your crappy boss for a day and just breath in the pure leather in your guzzler for a second. I know I will never fly or move things with my mind. I will never be Peyton Sawyer. Her life will end at the end of the season but mine will have to go on a little longer after that. So for every hour and a half that God lets me live in my own movie, I shall be truly grateful.