My tolerance for even extraordinary angst (which was higher than the normal sort) has gone through the floor, too. I think I'll blame the superhero resurgence as much as the vampire/werewolves/etc one. I loved that stuff when I was younger, all the precious fragile woobies....now though, I'd much rather watch ass-kicking. With maybe some crushing tragedy, if necessary.

I just am tired of moping, I suppose. Perhaps this is why I liked "The End" so much. It managed to hit supernatural's required levels of depressing, without actually people sitting around and crying into their beers about it ;)