OMYGAWD…bad habits never die.
We are busy and we do things and the day wears on and we come home and then………….well……there’s a lull and….well, (I am so ashamed) I pick up the remote……press a button…….and, for the next hour or so watch mind-numbing drivel. Nothing in particular, actually…..just channel surfing…watching a bit of this…..moving on…….fifteen minutes of football……….move on……and..time….goes by.
Still staring at the screen I say to Sal, “I am going to rip that thing from the wall and trash it!”
“Why don’t you just turn it off?”
“Can’t. Anyway, that super long pass is being shown again……..”
“Haven’t you seen it already? Like five times?”
“Yeah….. But it is super long! Oh God, I need help! Please, try to take the remote from me. I’ll resist you but keep trying. It is our only chance. Oh God, phone someone!”
I have mentioned several noble reasons for moving to a remote island. Going green. Anti-materialism. Learning new skills. Adventure. And all of them are true. To an extent. I have also mentioned things about city living that irritated me like traffic, rules, routine, paperwork and well, the giant paranoid-based conspiracy theory that they are trying to control me (which comes from having to line up at BC Ferries mostly). But I have never really ‘fessed up to the growing awareness I had that I was losing my life to the TV.
I wasn’t that bad. Not really. But I would come home from a busy day, eat dinner, drink wine and then plunk myself down in front of the screen and kinda zen-cum-hypnotize myself into a semi-comatose state until I had ‘come down’ from the stress of the day. That something interesting might come on was a complete surprise and usually would only delay the onset of unconsciousness. Totally unnecessary. I didn’t watch TV for the interest, I watched it for the medicinal effect. I zoned out.
I suppose TV watching is better than heavy drug use. Cheaper, anyway. But it was a habit. And it was addictive. And there is no doubt that it was unhealthy. It did not make me want to strip copper wires from abandoned houses but neither did it prompt the energy expenditure that such a little hobby would have required. My neighbourhood copper was safe but so was everything else that required physical activity. I wasn’t going anywhere but deeper into the couch.
That’s not good.
And so we changed it. We went all feral on ya. That much you know. But what you might not know is that the tendency to watch never fades. One has to take it one day at a time, trust in a higher power and remove temptation. I have to accept that I am not in control (unless I get the remote!) and adhere to the program.
‘Program’? What channel is it on?