I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been watching again. I just discovered how to use the queue in Hulu, so I don’t have to get up in between shows. I also discovered “Lie to Me.” The last thing I need in this world is one more show to draw me into a Hulu induced catatonic state. Yet, I found myself rationalizing, “This show will be beneficial to me. I could learn how to tell if people are lying. What a useful skill.”
I remember an episode of “Intervention” where the heroin addict was making arrangements for her evening–figuring out how to get the drugs, where and when she’d use them, and looking forward to the whole process. The anticipation was part of the appeal and so was the planning. I always imagined addicts as desperate people who acted on impulse. While that might be true, for her at least, there was this intention I hadn’t expected. It’s like me, when I put a whole bunch of episodes of various shows into my queue–including new shows, so there’s always something to watch.
“I’ll just watch one show.” Or, when there’s five in my queue, “I wasn’t going to get anything done tonight anyway. I have a headache.”
It dawns on me that it’s probably not other people’s lying to me that I need to worry about.