Right now, I’m in the midst of falling in love. It’s the most wonderful feeling. You wake up in the morning and you feel like you can’t wait to start the day and when you go to sleep at night, you’re tossing and turning in excitement to begin again. Everything that used to be really crappy before this feeling erupted is now bright and blossoming into the most wonderful paradox.
Slight catch though, it’s not a person I’m falling in love with. It’s TV.
You can stop laughing now, I’m being dead serious. Being addictive to TV really is like being in love. You don’t think about anything else, you want to spend all your time with them/it and you eat a lot because your at a comfortable stage in your relationship.
It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m freezing on the outside. My fingertips are frozen, which makes typing difficult. My nose is a “cute” shade of pink as a result of this rubbish English weather and I’m wrapped tightly in a blanket. But my insides are warm and fuzzy after catching up with Nashville, The Vampire Diaries, New Girl, Game of Thrones, Mad Men and Modern Family.
Call me a loser or what have you, but I find that beyond some of the other finer things in life like warm weather, glorious food, hilarious pictures and days when your hair and makeup turn out well – TV sits comfortably on a throne of it’s own. It makes us laugh, cry and pine for that cute couple to get together. (Jess and Nick from New Girl, am I right ladies?)
But at the same time, TV can be dangerous. Dangerously good to the point where you’re spending day after day sitting in the same place watching episode after episode, season after season of something romantically heart-wrenching or outwardly hilarious. Hello MTV, welcome to my life. It’s gotten so bad to the point that I purposely haven’t made many plans during my current Easter holiday just so I can watch TV.
If you’re nodding your head in agreement and you often get yourself stuck in this downward spiral, then it seems as though you need help just as much as I certainly do. We need to sit in a circle, trade bad stories and collectively evaluate where our lives went wrong… or right, you decide.
At this moment in time I’m disgustingly obsessed with New Girl. The theme song is my ring tone, a collage of Nick Miller photos is my iPhone background and I’ve watched Episode 19 of Season 2 (Quick Hardening Caulk) 12 times. I’ve become so emotionally attached to the point I can’t really think about anything else except how perfect my life would turn out if I married somebody like Schmidt. I would just like to discreetly say that this might be a cry for help…