"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, January 27, 2011

My Addiction to Television

~Television is simply automated day-dreaming.
~Lee Lovinger

Hmm, ya, no post yesterday. I was having a wonderful time going home, seeing my family, and going on a date with my boyfriend :) Great night!

So, I lost a day of homework-totally worth it. Haha, and I can't bring myself to do it now. Especially that dang single-word paper in which I have to analyze a single word from Middle English in the Canturbury Tales... and the thesis can't be that every word is important or that one word can mean two things... no idea how I'm gonna come up with a better thesis...

Anyway, so, I finished watching the TV series "Roswell" last week. For the second time. Probably one of my favorite series. Along with "Friends," "Glee," and "The Big Bang Theory." And it was just as good the second time around.

I remember how I felt the first time I finished the series. Pretty sure ending it after season 3 was not the plan-but it was a lame ending. And I was so sad that it was over. That I wouldn't see those characters anymore. That I wouldn't know what really happened.

I know it's not real. That the characters are just actors reading a script. Yet somehow I become so attached to characters. Like in books when my favorite character dies. I'm not ashamed to admit I cry in such instances. And when I finished "Roswell" for the first time it was during the dark period of this last spring when all I did was sleep, eat, and watch TV. Seriously.

It had become my life. I'd watch episode after episode. It was unhealthy. I think I started to wish that I could be part of that. I wanted to live in a TV show. Because things always worked out by the end of the episode. And their lives always seemed so much more exciting and interesting than mine. Sometimes I have to remind myself that none of it is real. That I can't compare my life to theirs. And that's sad.

So here is a just wonderful side of me. My addiction to television shows. Especially the characters. It's a little pathetic. But it's an escape. And it gets me through my own problems.
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