I love TV. No wait, I love, love, love TV. It’s like an old friend that I seek solace in. A security blanket I cannot do without. I wake up to it, fall asleep to it, it’s great company when I’m alone and when I’m sick or stressed, TV soothes and calms me. I watch anything – stupid comedies, bollywood movies, news, documentaries, ads, reruns – I don’t really care just so long as there’s TV. But get this, I ended up marrying a man who doesn’t watch TV. I know, the irony of it all.
So imagine my panic when I found out that our room in the Maldives didn’t come with TV. What? No TV in paradise? FIVE WHOLE DAYS WITHOUT TV?! It was like being 6 years old and grounded all over again. I fretted over what I would do without my trusty companion. I imagined painful withdrawal symptoms. I asked The Hubs if we could change resorts. Must. Watch. TV.
Surprisingly, I emerged unscathed. Ok, I must admit that there were times when I craved it and my fingers itched for the remote. But overall, I didn’t miss it that much. I woke to the sight of morning sunlight falling gently into the room and was lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves. I finally had time to read. It was lovely.
Anyhoo, having gone cold turkey for almost a week, there’s plenty of catching up to do. Excuse me, I have to go watch Criminal Minds now.