Why I Shouldn’t be Allowed to Watch TV
A Self-Roast
Seriously somebody take it away from me.
You might be wondering why I believe I should be denied the pleasure of television. I love good TV as most proper Americans do; I also love shitty TV as most proper Americans do. However, here are 5 reasons why I should be forced to let go of Netflix and maybe take a fucking walk or something.
1. I can’t separate myself from the fictional characters and their world.
If I had a dime for every time I called Chandler Bing (aka Matthew Perry) my “baby boy”, I would have at least five dollars and enough money to get the hell off my couch and go get a Starbucks or something. I’m not proud to admit that a few months ago and a few drinks in, I tweeted Matthew Perry and professed my love for him. Oh who am I kidding I’m definitely proud because that is my literal son.
2. It makes my indecisiveness worse, and that’s already pretty fucking bad.
Like many a young folk who struggle with depression and anxiety, I absolutely cannot make a decision in an appropriate amount of time. I also usually end up making the wrong decision and regretting it for years to come. The only bad decision I don’t regret is getting two chihuahuas whom it took a year to get crate trained and who still shit in my apartment on a weekly basis. But, they are my children and I would die for them. Anyway… When I watch a new TV show with a new character who is for instance, a midwife, you’ll sure as shit find me googling the midwifery profession within two episodes and smugly thinking to myself, “So this is what it’s like to have found my life’s passion.” I know. I am fucking annoying.
3. I internalize everything and subsequently forget reality.
The other day I watched a show on Netflix that I won’t name because I don’t believe in spoilers. My loving partner sat with me and watched for ten hours as we completed the entire season in one day. As soon as it was over my partner started singing some song about a police officer who had done heinous things because the show had reminded him of it. I immediately had a mini panic attack and told him to stop. And when I say “told him to stop” I really mean that I gave him dirty looks and told him to “stop being so fucking creepy”. He got offended and I dissociated. It was a good time.
4. It brings out my sense of elitism in the worst way.
I got an A in Biology at the local community college so I’m pretty sure that gives me the authority to analyze medical dramas and call the characters fucking idiots for saying their scientifically inaccurate lines. I’m pleasant, I know.
5. I cry at everything.
Any sad or happy moment that would make a normal person go “aw!” makes me cry. Two friends make up after a fight? Here come the tears. A baby is born? Bawling. Someone dies? Hysterical crying. Someone old dies? Sobbing and then calling my grandma.
And that’s why I shouldn’t be allowed to watch TV. Thanks for reading even if you hate-read it and your opinion worsened of me the whole way through. Also I’m never going to stop watching TV.









