I’ve been thinking about TV and me, thanks to Barb’s post called The TV Monster. I read it earlier this evening and was thinking about the best moments in my life; they’ve all been away from the TV, or at least engaging in other active things, mentally.

I wrote a poem in college about TV’s grasp on me; on many people, I think. I won’t subject my faithful and often complimentary readers to the amateur verse, but it was a favorite because it reflected a weakness in me.

See, I never grew up with a TV. Our mom wouldn’t let us watch anything unless it was a movie, and even then we had to haul the 13-inch set + VCR up from the laundry room. I have other friends who grew up TV-less, and we think that our brains are less able to tune out the TV when it’s on now. When we are in front of a TV, our mouths gape widely and sometimes we say things like, “What? What did you just say…?” TV entrances me, to put it bluntly.

So why do I have one today? Well, I live alone, and while I don’t really WANT to watch mindless television very often, I still tend to flick it on when there’s a quiet moment. Sigh. I don’t know why. I think it’s a bad habit, maybe?

So here’s the idea I have… the TV will not come on at my house, except for movies and pre-arranged TV programs. Even when I come home from school and I want nothing more than to lie down and just veg… I’ll do that without TV. I want to keep this vow until the end of 2005 to see how I feel. I know that I am happiest when I have to create… whether it’s art or music or thoughts. When I sit passively, my mind feels soothed for a small period of time… and then comes the regret, later. I want to realize the time lost to television, how precious time is, and that I can never reclaim it.