Once upon a time, I used to live with somebody who wouldn’t go out if there was something on TV he wanted to watch.
Don’t worry, I didn’t live there that long.
Actually, that’s a huge fib – I did, but that’s a whole other story. This isn’t a story about that.
I’ve already had a rant about the mainstream media and it’s effect on people’s moods.
I’m now going to rant, just for a minute or so, on how so many places have been turned into sofa cities, where people spend whole nights watching TV and miss what’s happening in their own communities.
How my road, even on a warm summer’s evening when I’m taking a stroll at sunset, is usually deserted – lit by the flickering screens through each front window. Everyone is inside, staring at the box, missing the beautiful sky outside.
A little rant about how we have had our audiences at The Art House halved because there was a final of Pop Idol on telly, or somesuch nonsense.
Ranting about TV may make me sound like a a grumpy old thing, and really I’m not.
Whilst I’m a long way off the 25 hours average TV viewing per week (TWENTY FIVE HOURS – FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!!!!), I do watch things sometimes, if I’ve been told they are good.
Last time I had a cold, I had a day-long ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ marathon, with a big bag of pretzels. It was fab.
It’s generally thought that a life with less TV is a life of all work and no fun.
But the opposite is true. See, out there in the real world there’s a lot of fun stuff going on, all the time. There are many adventures to be had, friends to be made and dances to be danced.
On the sofa, not so much.
On the sofa, you are devouring somebody else’s completely made up version of life, not your own life.
Even social media at least involves your life, and the lives of people you know – not some fictional characters doing fictional things in a studio somewhere. I don’t advocate long hours on social media, either, but it is different, subtly.
So sure, use the TV as an infrequent way to unwind when you truly, truly feel like wasting time. Record the stuff you want to watch, or download things, or whatever.
That way you can fast forward through the ads. You can forget you’ve recorded things for year and never get around to watching them. You can stagger in late at night, clutching a bag of chips, and have something to watch.
When all you want is some chewing gum for your brain – which shouldn’t be, you know, too often, TV is just the ticket.
But life doesn’t have a record button. If you don’t go out to that night that looks interesting, or visit that friend, or go to that party, or take part in that class you like the look of…. well, that’ll never happen again.
The photos on Facebook are not going to be the same as being there. Not even a bit.
So put the TV to record and get out there and live your glittery, glorious (and SHORT!) life, capiche?
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