I live in a space where rewatching every episode of TV series is considered a significant accomplishment. I could end the blog there and you would already know everything you need to know about what that does to my psyche. 73 hours of actively watching TV only to flip through lists to locate another 70+ hours is the consumer version of what I do for a living. Here I see the dual sides of creation and consumption, but consumption wins out. Consumption is the driving force–a distraction from anything that is valuable. What bugs me most is that it is a distraction to me as I try to exist in the space. All I hear is the noise of TV–often that of high pitched Japanese girls screaming unintelligibly (to me) about things I’d rather not care about. To stop it I need to actively take control of the TV or tell the culprits I want to watch something else. Yet in this there is an inherent unfairness. I live with them. They are family that has a right to exist. Moreover, and more importantly, I have a partner who puts up with my taste for football and also deals with the nonsense alongside me. So, I have, IMHO, little right to constantly cancel the behavior.
Yet the impact is killing me.
I cannot focus. I cannot work consistently. I need to go back to white noise and headphones…