Don’t you just hate it when something happens to make you realise that you are, ultimately, an extremely flawed human being. It’s even worse when it’s something small. Something insignificant. Something you should definitely be able to do but find yourself struggling to the point where you can no longer cope. Like going to climb a flight of stairs, making it up ten and needing a nice big bottle of water and a lie down.
For me, that lightbulb moment occurred when the tv went out. Really, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. I told myself I’d be fine, that I didn’t really watch that much tv anyway, that it wasn’t going to be problem. The best digital TV antenna guy in Melbourne had been called, I’d made an appointment with him for next week, so there was nothing to worry about.
As it turns out, I am completely dependent on television. Far much more than I knew. I was having intense withdrawal symptoms – depression, anxiety – honestly, I was a mess. To fill the cravings, I began resorting to watching shows I usually loved on tv on my laptop, and I was struggling to even just sit in the living room. It was unbelievable. How could I have become so dependent on something I didn’t even need? It forced me to take a good, hard look at myself.
As the days stretched on and I spent less and less time in front of my favourite screen, I realised actually how much of my day was consumed by my evening viewing sessions. My goodness, think of all the things I could accomplish using that time. In a brave move, I called the company and cancelled the antenna guy. Melbourne, I am back. I’m going to go outside, into the city that I love, and actually do things with my life. This is the start of a new me. That is until Game of Thorns returns.