Could write about it but, you know, sometimes it’s best to let things simmer – or perhaps I should have said “settle”? – a while before going public; yes, even with you, my dear and kind readers.
So instead I’m going to wax lyrical about the glories of electronic valium, aka TV.
OMG how I love TV. I was never allowed to watch anything except “Play School” as a child so it’s always been seen as a guilty pleasure.
Here’s a funny story: in my first professional job as a graduate, there was a woman I supervised who was almost ten years my junior. She hadn’t been to uni and had been working that whole time, so was pretty well sorted economically – buying her first home, etc. One night I had to stay back to give a presentation to the Board. I was complaining that I’d miss out on watching a show on TV.
She said: “Why don’t you record it?”
“I don’t have a VCR,” I replied. (Um, yeah … this was a few years ago.)
She was completely shocked. “You don’t own a VCR?”
“Not much point,” I smiled, “as I don’t own a TV.”
The thought that I might actually choose to go to a friend’s house to watch something I was particularly interested in shocked the lass, needless to say 🙂
Anyway, back to the present.
Today in group – before things went pear-shaped (a story for another day) – we were reviewing distress tolerance techniques for mild, moderate and severe distress. “TV” went on my sheet in each category. Um, yes, perhaps sometimes self-soothing or distraction becomes avoidance, but seriously: who cares? Who gets hurt by it? [Don’t answer that, hips.]
Give me a nice dose of escapism, or just pretty moving pictures on the screen, over a pill any day. Or, on really crap days like today, as well as a pill.
But I’m not going to think about today, oh no. Look, the ad break’s over, got to focus on the screen again …. 😉