"I hate and love. You question "How?" I lack an answer . . .
- Catullus
We all have our love/hate relationships, and as my dearest friends know, mine is with television. A close second is any carbonated beverage. Yes, I confess, I have been watching a lot of television lately, and not witty British sitcoms or gourmet cooking shows, but ridiculous, almost asinine programs which involve unrealistic surgical procedures. Every week I rise from the sofa cursing myself for yet again falling into the clutches of these bad actors, and even worse writers, but then I find myself reverting to sunken body and brain status the next week. I am always disappointed and I am always ashamed of myself.
For awhile I actually plunged into the addiction, telling myself that I was simply overwrought and I deserved a break from everything, but if it was truly a break, wouldn't I return from my viewing retreat refreshed, invigorated, not more overwrought?
What we love about television is that we are able to escape from the world completely, but more, we like to be voyeurs, somehow getting a taste of the fast-paced and sexy life without bearing the consequences of it ourselves. At least, this is what I seem to love about television. But, after awhile, it loses its glamour, because I realize I am being deceived. This kind of drama cannot possibly happen to the same group of people in the same hospital, neighborhood, etc. But, of late, I have realized the biggest deception is how easily these characters get over their drama - a death, a divorce, loss of a friend or lover. Soon, everyone is laughing again as if tragedy did not enter their lives only a few weeks ago.
Laughter - it is humanity's gift - Don't take life so seriously - lighten up - it's not that big of a deal. As an over sensitive, over-the-top dramatic romantic, I have always taken offense at this mantra, but now, I think perhaps it's just a case of being too emotionally engaged in everything I confront, which makes the world's influence a little more dangerous for me in particular. Of course I'm not going to start a "Kill your T.V.!" campaign, but I am going to try not to watch any more sitcoms.
Day One: I will not watch ABC tonight. I will sing to myself - Be braaaaave, Piglet! I will ignore the bottle of Crush luring me to the ice box with its tantalizing orange glow . . .
Okay, Katya, one thing at a time.