The tv-to-person ratio in the house I’m living in is at about 2:1. When not living in a roommate-situation, I don’t really pay attention to the TV. It sits there forlorn and dusty waiting for movie night while I go along my merry way doing other stuff. What that other stuff is, I don’t exactly know.
Recently, however, I find myself turning on HGTV while I’m in the kitchen, and have gotten sucked into love it or list it, a Canadian renovation/real estate porn show. So there I was, sitting in the kitchen because I’d finished what I was there to do but I just *had* to know which apartment a nutritionist from Silver Spring was going to pick in Paris.
And the thought came to me… why am I investing my time in someone else’s life when there’s my own life that could use the investment. So I turned off the TV and I’ll have to live the rest of my life not knowing which Parisian flat the lady chose.
Seriously. Invest in your own life before you invest in the lives you see on TV.