Reality TV Junkie

I've become a reality TV junkie and I'm not proud of it. Reality TV offers little in intellectual stimulation. Sometimes I feel a bit guilty as I shirk my domestic responsibilities; I tell myself (lie to myself) that watching these reality episodes can teach me something. (I'm learning about life by watching the behavior of wannabe actors posing as regular folk?) The truth is, I think I watch these shows as a means of avoiding living my own life.

I don't know whether my "check-out" time is a rebellious, undisciplined inner child demanding I waste my time, or if it's just laziness. Maybe those could be considered the same thing.

I do have some advice for those who gravitate toward things that sidetrack them from important things. Treat reality TV as an all you can eat buffet binge. Stuff yourself, then practice (work out) living your own REAL life to work off the effects of the binging. By doing that, I've found that I have less guilt about using reality TV as a recess from my ordinary, somewhat boring life. It's a balancing act.


And this blog sorta sucks.