Since I’m still up and writing, might as well keep going.
About 10 years ago, I decided to take the tv out of our bedroom.
Both my husband at the time and I, used to go to sleep lulled by the 10 or 11 o’clock evening news. I used to have nightmares. I used to get so sad by the news and wondering if anything good had actually happened on a given day.
I have since discovered that I am one of those people who feel too much. There’s a human label for it. I don’t care to label myself.
Through the years, I’ve watched less and less tv. Ironic, being an actor!
At this point, I don’t even have a cable subscription. I have netflix. Which I watch occasionally, and mostly when my daughter comes to visit and we watch some show we like together or a movie.
Weeks go by and I haven’t turned the tv on. Not even for my beloved P90X. Oops!
My Mother will call from Mexico City to chastise me for not being “informed” (she doesn’t ask for my opinion about this), and to tell me there’s a storm coming. There usually isn’t. Or the “storm” is a simple rain shower, way lighter than any afternoon summer downpour in Mexico City! She can’t understand it… It’s ok. I know different.
Every time someone mentions a celebrity or some theme that’s been recently in the news and I reply with, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I get THE stare.
If you’ve always watched tv, you have no idea what I’m talking about. If you’ve taken the MKMMA challenge and given it up, at least for a week, I am so happy you’ve joined me!!!
Hopefully, you’ll let it go long enough to get THE stare. I hope you giggle when that happens and you think of me.
That’s when you’ll know there’s no going back!