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azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-07 04:02 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-07 04:02 pm
Apprehensions
Have I ever mentioned how very much I hate, despise, and loathe TV?
I do. I hate it. I loathe it. I despise it so much that if it's on, I tend to leave the room, and not come back in until it's off again.
Consider my reaction akin to the reaction of someone who was once living with alcoholics when confronted with alcohol.
I was raised without television. I was trained to think that all television except for news and documentaries was inherently stupid and not worth my precious time. It did not help the case of TV that the kids in my classes were more interested in their precious television than in books. I thought that most of them were hopelessly stupid. The ones who were smart like me weren't much interested in TV either.
When I grew up further, I was introduced to a Star Trek book. Alan Dean Foster, one of the novelizations of the Animated Series. Good stories, good writing. I was hooked. After that, I came to accept that TV had a few good things, but the vast majority of it was still stupid.
Flash forward several years. 18, TV. I find that there are a few shows that I do like (Seinfeld, Frasier, Ally McBeal, and the X-Files, as well as the Star Trek shows). I have my own TV. All is good.
Then I went off to college. I started trying to be home on certain nights to catch the X-Files when they were on. Then the depression hit, and I was up all night with the Insomniac Music Video Club in the downstairs lounge.
Flash forward another year, to my engagement to BJ. The television at his parents' house was never off. Never. His father was a Type A remote driver, fiercely possessive, channel-surfing at his whim. We were pinned there in the living room, with very bad household energy. I despised the TV then. I hated it. I feared what it could do to a mind.
Bachelor Apartment from Hell. TV still on too much. I was sucked in, and fought back with my computer.
I'm out of those situations now. But I still don't like television overmuch. It's a large element in Darkside's life. I wonder how I'll deal with that.
...I suppose I could be perfectly happy if I were curled up on the couch with my head in his lap, especially if he were petting me.
I do. I hate it. I loathe it. I despise it so much that if it's on, I tend to leave the room, and not come back in until it's off again.
Consider my reaction akin to the reaction of someone who was once living with alcoholics when confronted with alcohol.
I was raised without television. I was trained to think that all television except for news and documentaries was inherently stupid and not worth my precious time. It did not help the case of TV that the kids in my classes were more interested in their precious television than in books. I thought that most of them were hopelessly stupid. The ones who were smart like me weren't much interested in TV either.
When I grew up further, I was introduced to a Star Trek book. Alan Dean Foster, one of the novelizations of the Animated Series. Good stories, good writing. I was hooked. After that, I came to accept that TV had a few good things, but the vast majority of it was still stupid.
Flash forward several years. 18, TV. I find that there are a few shows that I do like (Seinfeld, Frasier, Ally McBeal, and the X-Files, as well as the Star Trek shows). I have my own TV. All is good.
Then I went off to college. I started trying to be home on certain nights to catch the X-Files when they were on. Then the depression hit, and I was up all night with the Insomniac Music Video Club in the downstairs lounge.
Flash forward another year, to my engagement to BJ. The television at his parents' house was never off. Never. His father was a Type A remote driver, fiercely possessive, channel-surfing at his whim. We were pinned there in the living room, with very bad household energy. I despised the TV then. I hated it. I feared what it could do to a mind.
Bachelor Apartment from Hell. TV still on too much. I was sucked in, and fought back with my computer.
I'm out of those situations now. But I still don't like television overmuch. It's a large element in Darkside's life. I wonder how I'll deal with that.
...I suppose I could be perfectly happy if I were curled up on the couch with my head in his lap, especially if he were petting me.