I have a new obsession. I can’t believe I’m actually telling people, but I’m truly hoping that admitting I have a problem will be the first step to curing it. Try not to judge.
I am addicted to…Big Brother.
I blame Kelly for it. A couple weeks ago when we went to UCLA for the last time, we watched Big Brother while we were in the hotel. I happened to catch it the following Tuesday, and it’s been a train wreck ever since. I just can’t look away. I sit there Sunday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, week after week, exclaiming how my IQ is rapidly dropping, and yet I’ve done nothing to stop it. In fact, the sickness is getting worse. After weeks of maintaining control, and staying away from the online live feeds, I succumbed to their brilliant stupidity last night. THREE HOURS I spent just watching them (and playing Mahjong on Pogo). I was appalled with myself when I realized how long I’d been sitting there watching them. I had dreams that I was in the Big Brother house last night, and when I woke up, the first thing I wanted to do was check the feeds and see if anyone was awake. I refrained, though, as I was already REALLY late for work. Thankfully, the live feeds don’t come through at work, so maybe I can get it off my mind.
I’m a little sickened by this obsession. There are so many other good causes I could be using my energy on, and yet this is what I choose to do.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I have Big Brother forums to read, so I don’t miss anything.