Tragedy has struck my home.
The lamp on our television went out.
I don’t know what to do with myself. The light which once burned so brightly in our home has faded and it feels like we’re in a winter that will never end.
How am I supposed to play Skyrim?
I wanted to watch Empire but now I can’t.
What will Netflix do without my constant companionship?
I haven’t necessarily had all of these thoughts but I’ve had some of them. I don’t feel like we’re trapped in an eternal darkness because our TV has gone out, but I don’t feel that great about it either.
I used to watch a lot of TV when I was younger, like a lot a lot. I didn’t have very many friends so the TV was like my best friend and a babysitter all rolled into one. I would watch TV all afternoon and every night I had “my shows”, like some old grandma.
I don’t watch nearly as much TV now but I still feel its hold in my life, especially when I can’t watch it. Instead of killing dragons or learning that Darth Vader is Luke’s father, I have to read a book or talk with my wife or simply enjoy sitting and doing nothing.
I’m never going to be one of those Christians who says that TV is the worst thing ever and Jesus would bless us more if we all got rid of the magic picture boxes. It is nice, though, to spend some time at home without TV, even if it’s something of a forced fast.
So I’ll enjoy the quiet over the next few days but I can’t lie and say I’m not looking forward to getting the replacement bulb.
Maybe I should have paid for overnight shipping.
How much of a role does TV play in your life?