Where’s my reality tv?
Oh right… I need a couple strippers and some hot guy to make out with everyone on the show. Any takers?
Why is reality television such an addictive beast? Is it the monotony in our own lives that draws us to watching the scandalous excitement of those portrayed on the the flickering screen in front of us? When someone is really out for the next million by guessing a case or singing a song, do we really hope with them that they’ll win or are we waiting for them to fall on their face and leave just as broke as they went in? There are so many shows that are geared towards someone searching for love. Why does it have to be a public event? Is it so the “real” world realizes that love is hard for everyone, even celebrities or those with riches? I think for the most part, we can guess that on our own.
There’s been feeling lately that I’m completely unsettled by staying in one place. My life isn’t a reality television show, it’s just my reality. There was a time once when I was ready to take on the world, travel continuously, live abroad and follow the wind. Things have obviously changed that I can’t be so completely carefree anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m stuck. I think I’m just beginning to realize that again, truly. I have my reality at my hands, I just need to embrace it and hope it leads me to where I’ll be the happiest. Riches or none. Loved or not. I’ll be fine wherever I end up, even if it’s not aired on a public television station for your viewing pleasure.
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