Somebody call a Doctor!.

We’re infected.

My boyfriend and I have been taken over by some alien race which regresses our brain patterns.

We’re acting like 10 year olds… maybe younger.

It started on Sunday night. My head was congested. I couldn’t breathe, ached all over. I was sick. My lovely Beau suggested we hunker into bed and watch something streaming on his laptop. We settled onto the 2005 series of Doctor Who, both always wanting to see it, but neither really taken the time.

And there it was, bad computer graphics, normal looking actors, and plastic walking mannequins. It was entrancing, addicting, captivating my brain all day Monday. It was like the beginning of a new relationship. I was giddy, excited, and couldn’t wait for more. So, right after work I bring dinner over to the boyfriend’s house and we watch the rest of the first season. Each episode building on the one before. Peeling away the layers to reveal the continuing complexity.

It wasn’t until Tuesday that I realized something was wrong. All day the theme song played through my head (and now taking the place of my ringtone). Not wanting to spoil the series but devouring the internet for anything concerning The Doctor. Debating whether Doctor 10 will be better or worse than Doctor 9. Tickle attacks were occurring more and more. We had regressed to the joyful bliss of being a child. Our nights becoming slumber parties of a tent made out of sheets, Girl Scout cookies, Me, my Love, and The Doctor.

How did this happen? We’re grown ups now, sort of. We close on a house in less than a week, yet we’re making silly jokes and yelling thing ranging from “EXTERMINATE” to “Woooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOO ooooooooooooo.” What is it about the Doctor that makes me obsessively want to watch more? What is that has captivated a whole country for close to 50 years?

And I think I understand it. The story and The Doctor are fun, exciting, but dark and mysterious. We, has humans, love mystery, and the unknown. I believe somewhere inside, we all want to be companions of the Doctor. Not actually BE the Doctor, but to have him show us the Universe. See the things we can only dream about and are forced to create in our minds.

I believe The Doctor has opened up our minds again, and has made it okay for us to imagine and explore. He’s broken the mental bondage holding us down, and encourages our desire and wanderlust.

I’m curious and want explore this whole idea more, but we have 4 more series to watch.