So I’ll be moving in a few weeks and I’m trying to explain to my parents the importance of having a TV in my room.
Watching TV for me is like therapy. For two hours a day, six when I was unemployed, I was transported to another land. A land of Kardashians, Mob Wives and Duck Dynasty. I forgot my troubles of being a 22 year old unemployed college graduate who was in $30,000 worth of debt and no way to pay it back (thanks so mom and dad it’s now down to $27,000, yay!). When you’re watching TV time stands still and it moves forward, your mind is still but it’s also running at 1,000 miles an hour. There’s nothing like snuggling up in bed, fixing yourself a delicious snack, settling into a neck pillow and having a four hour Law and Order: SVU marathon for an entire afternoon.
The only thing I hate more than the senseless and heartless killing of dolphins off of the Japanese coast is my job. Hating your job is a full-time job, besides the job you have. It’s truly exhausting to spend 8 hours a day doing something you hate, and by doing something you hate I mean not doing anything at all. I didn’t spend four years in high school and another four years in college to deliver your mail for an hour in the morning and then sit around for another seven. I also did not spend [my parents did not spend] over $100,000 on my education just to I could make $10/hr and not be able to live on my own (and not be able to pay back my loans…sorry mom). I don’t mean to sound ungrateful because I know these days a job is hard to come by, but honestly. I REALLY hate my job.