i don’t watch tv.
i don’t mean “I DONT WATCH TV BECAUSE IT ROTS YOUR BRAIN AND I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THOUGHTS THAN YOU AND I’M BETTER THAN A BOX.”
i mean, i spend all day in front of a screen at work, sitting. why would i want to go home and do that?
like every red-blooded humanoid born after the invention of the cathode ray tube, i enjoy some quality programming from time to time. i like tv shows that take me places (tahiti! iceland! croatia!), i like tv shows that have compelling storylines (MadMen, Game of Thrones), i like tv shows that teach me things (This Old House… yeah whatever!) but i dont like just having it on to have it on.
i like walking around, exploring, living my life outside of my four walls. i like museums and art and music and trains and neighborhoods and cooking (or trying to) and the sky. i like nature and i like learning. i like reading books.
i like being an active participant in the world around me, the day, my environment. i like tuning into the world instead of tuning it out with my bajillion electronic devices.
so to everyone who ever asks: i’m sorry. i haven’t seen this week’s episode of whatever. i will try to learn for the sake of our friendship and our conversation. but i probably won’t google it, hulu it, youtube it, netflix it and watch it later. because i just don’t care.
but have you noticed how lovely the clouds look today? and that the happy dog is basking in the sunshine? or the baby is asleep at the wheel of the plastic car his mom is pushing down the sidewalk? that pile of leaves looks especially crunchy?
i’m sorry, i’m not sorry. tv will always be there. this moment will not.