I know, I know. I graduated from an Ivy League university, I should put my mind and education to good use. But I can’t help it. Something about being home just draws me into an extreme state of laziness. The kind where I have to drag myself out of the apartment (assuming I ever get dressed), order take-out for lunch, and become glued to my couch watching television.
But not just any television. I’m talking about trashy TV here, folks. For some reason, the second I come home, my brain becomes willed to turn to mush. The news? Too depressing. Dateline? Where’s the drama? The Discovery Channel? No. No. No.
Now, normally, I would be okay with, and maybe even happy watching these things. But being home pulls me toward shows that make me cringe. Really, really, really bad TV. Today alone I have watched The Real World: Hollywood, The Bachelor, America’s Next Top Model marathon, Denise Richards: It’s Complicated, and Living Lohan. Seriously? When did I become so shallow and in need of fake, semi-scripted drama? I maintain, however, that this addiction is not my fault. These shows just draw you in. Once you start, there is no turning back. I find myself constantly saying, I’ll just watch until the next commercial, and then I will read a book or a newspaper, anything to resuscitate my brain from the mindless torture I subjected it to. And every time, I watch until the very end of the show. Before I can even realize my own lack of willpower, the next episode begins, and the process repeats.
To be fair, I do generally find any form of TV entertaining, so I really am an easy target for these sorts of vicious cycles that entertainment companies suck me into. And it wouldn’t really matter if I was simply home for the summer to hang out for a while. But I am an unemployed adult with no jobs on the horizon (although I do have a second interview on Tuesday…*fingers crossed*). I should be sending out cover letters and resumes until there are no other jobs I could possibly apply for.
But let’s face it. Watching Dina Lohan defending her partying even though her house had a fire? SO much more fun. Even if my brain will soon look like applesauce.
