The above photo may come as a shock to people who have known me for the past several years. For as long as my friends in Kampala have known me, they have never known me to have a television. Some people assumed it was because I enjoyed reading so much. Others thought that I was just bored out of my mind a lot. The truth is, I am addicted to tv. I truly believe that there is such an addiction. I will watch complete and utter rubbish, not get any true pleasure from it, and then hate myself for having wasted my time watching it when I know that there were so many other better or more important things I should have been doing.
In order to escape the bonds of my addiction, I have opted to not own a television.
Well guess what. My flat in Port Harcourt came furnished with one, and not just a tv, but a tv connected to DSTV!!! Crap.
Once an addict, always an addict. So I’ve heard said. I mean, I have slid back into eating pounds of unhealthy junk while sitting in my underwear. On the weekends, I may go without bathing. I might have even begun withdrawing from my friends except I’ve not mad friends to withdraw from yet. This relapse is quite disgusting considering the progress I thought I’d made over the years.
I mean, now I cannot imagine what my life was like before I became acquainted with The Big Bang Theory. My other shows of choice are Come Dine with Me and Chopped. Chopped. Chopped. Chopped. I am obsessed with Chopped. Damn you BBC and Food Networks. Yes, I am now keeping up with the Kardashians, and I recently enlisted as a Joan Ranger. Can you believe what she gets away with saying on Fashion Police? Is it because she’s 80?
Fortunately I can still pull myself together enough to get to work on a daily basis.
Is that only to earn what I need to feed the addiction and pay my DSTV bill?
chopped is really nice...! miss u Timie! *big hug*
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