I always knew that I enjoyed a good show every now and then, and friends have always joked at how
Today, I hit rock bottom, and came face to face with the level of my addiction. How? You may ask… well here’s the tale:
Since I moved into my apartment two years ago I’ve had free cable, probably left over from a previous tenant. Free cable has been good to me. It has allowed me to keep up with some of my favorite shows; the Amazing Race, Alias, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy... and... well... I digress.
A few days ago I came home, fully intending to plop myself down in front of the boob tube, and begin what would be an evening of relaxation. The Gods, however, had something else in store for me; every channel I went to had fuzz, grayish, horrible, hissing fuzz.
DENIAL: "This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening! It’s probably just an outage" (with calming breaths I walk away for a few minutes, come back, and turn the TV on again. Still grey fuzz). "This CAN’T be HAPPENING!!!" (repeat above process 4 times)
ANGER: How the #$#!% can this happen on a %#$*$@ing Sunday. *#*^@!ing cable! (shouted while violently un-plugging and re-plugging the cable connection)
BARGAINING: "I promise I’ll watch less TV if you just put it back on!"
DEPRESSION: (Head held in hands...) "Why is this happening to me"
ACCEPTANCE: ....................................... (I'm not exactly there yet) "all I need is one hit to get me through the night"
Can you believe that I went through the 5 stages of grief! All because of television! I've got some serious, serious problems...