But it was getting out of control. I was obsessed, glued to the TV, devouring every OpEd piece, report and editorial I could find. And then one day, around the time of the Conventions, I realized I was becoming way too frustrated, angry and stressed out over (a) something that I have no control over and (b) as a Canadian it isn’t my problem, at least not directly.
So really, how crazy is that?
Somewhere along the line my self protective instincts must have kicked in and I must have started tuning out. I say that because about half a dozen times in the last couple of weeks when a friend — who is also a political junkie — started talking to me about something that Trump or one of his surrogates said, or the pundits’ reactions to it — I had no idea what she was talking about.
And it was then that I realized I’d stopped watching TV, almost entirely. There were days I never even turned on the set. I was definitely avoiding Cable and the news shows. And summer programming being what it is — awful — there was not much of a reason to watch anything else.
Yes, I know, Netflix. I’m almost embarrassed to admit I’m still a hold out. Probably the last one standing, too. What can I say? Everyone I know who has it binge watches and I don’t want to fall into that trap. I’ll probably cave eventually, but for now, “no.”
The point is, now that I’m aware that I’m off television, I’m also suddenly aware that I’m much calmer. My shoulders are no longer up around my ears. My fists are no longer clenched. My blood pressure has to be lower. I catch myself smiling. I have much more time on my hands — time I can put to much better use than yelling at an asshole who can’t hear me.
This will come as a shock to everyone who knows me, and also to everyone who reads my blog regularly, but I’m not sure I’m going to turn the TV on again, any time soon. Not even to watch the upcoming debates, because I can feel myself tensing just thinking about Donald hurling insult upon insult upon accusation upon lie at Hillary; and her voice possibly becoming more and more shrill with each one. I reserve the right to change my mind, but sitting here right now, I can’t commit one way or the other.
Ignorance, it seems, is bliss. Even if it means that, as a result, I may have a tough time coming up with new ideas for my blog.