Everyone has a certain thing that they fixate over, for me it’s over a show called Doctor Who. This is the longest running show on television. It began in the ’60s, ran until 1989 and was brought back to life in 2005. What captures my attention most about the show is the characters and the intricate plot lines that surround them.

The Doctor, a time lord from the planet Gallifrey travels through space and time with a companion from Earth. The companion is usually a girl and there is almost always romantic tension between the two of them. The relationship that develops between them is unmatched by any other show currently running.

An amazing part of the show is the monsters. They are never scary in the traditional sense of the word, but more realistically creepy. The best writing involves monsters not necessarily on Earth, but who are smart enough to out with the Doctor himself. It is those monsters who are able to capture my imagination far greater than any zombie or vampire.

The Doctor is brilliant and capable of destroying worlds but he always disregards his own life in order to rescue weaker races. While other girls my age are falling in love with Edward or Jacob, I find myself being wooed by a man in a bow tie. It’s hard not to fall head over heels for a man who so willingly lays down his life for undeserving races while also sacrificing his own happiness to do what’s best for his companions. He takes the title “Hero” to a whole new level.

Never before have I watched a show that got me this emotionally connected. Every Saturday I sit down with my family to laugh and cry as I watch my favorite characters take on new adventures.

I have managed to recruit a family of “Whovians” who are all equally obsessed with the show. We can sit for hours and do nothing but discuss the finer points of the plot and comparing our favorite and least favorite episodes. My life has become anchored around this BBC classic.