I watched some TV tonight and I was appalled at how grotesquely arrogant it had all become. Maybe it was always this way and I never noticed because I don’t watch much TV. Why do salesmen need to scream at me about cars and cheeseburgers while being overrun by a marching band? I muted it and put on a opera for audio, that seem to help a great deal, but I still felt anxious.
Why was I watching TV in the first place? Perhaps it was because I owed a ham sandwich a lot of money and I didn’t want to think about it. Whatever the case the TV wasn’t helping, opera or not it all just felt so desperate, so I turned it off and got drunk. In my drunken stupor I accidentally ate the ham sandwich. So in a way, my problem was solved, but then I felt terribly guilty. I guess the only thing left to do was to set my drinking setting to guilt and turn the TV back on. It was either that or wallow in self despair for a few hours.
I watched an old episode of Three’s Company. Jack was up to some crazy scheme with Larry and an airplane stewardess. There was some confusion where everyone was listening in on everyone elses conversation. They spoke in hushed tones about love and death. I was all so beautiful that I began to cry. Maybe I was still listening to the opera, but I distinctly remember a laugh track. A laugh track and the death of more ham.
