The window to my soul is needs a little windex

Ahh television, your wonderful amusement is just a click away.  Yet I can't help think that while I sit in my comfortable couch, basked in the warming glow of your light, how I feel like I am missing something.

I miss being a kid, to be excited for what the day brought.  Now my experience has taught me that everyone is going to be kind enough today, productive enough to get by, fast enough to get things done, smart enough, bright enough, honest enough, strong enough, loving enough, mean enough, hungry enough, lie enough, beautiful enough, just enough.  Sometime I want to scream, break, push the enough past the edge to make it exciting, to make it something, to make me feel.  But alas, when you push things over the edge of enough sometimes things break, people cry, you go too far, someone gets hurt, and I have been told, warned, cautioned, educated that people, normal people, don't do that.

Hi Tv, yesterday you made me mad when you showed me that police officer was just about to retire and then that crook he put away so long ago came back for revenge.  I was so mad....

Television, you made me so happy when you showed me that my team was able to get that star quarterback from that college that so many people like.  That made me so happy....

Tv, you scared me when that killer who is so crazy was threatening that woman and the detective still wasn't able to put together the clues that I think I have already thought out.  That really scared me....

Dear television, you make me cry, cheer, fret, laugh, you make me cringe on my oh so comfortable couch as I clutch at my pillow, feeling all that wonderful warmth of your glowing light.  I forgot how to  manage these feelings, to make someone smile, to make them feel young, to make them feel beautiful, to push them over the edge of how they normally feel, just enough, just enough to get through the day.  I can just watch television and not worry about making someone mad.  I can just watch television and make sure someone doesn't make me feel mad.  I can just watch television, just enough television to get me through the day.

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