Today I had a revelation: I am a couch potato.
Yesterday my sister informed me via text that the only day her friends can help us move is tomorrow. Naturally, I friggin loved the short notice. Especially the scrambling to pick up all the dirty laundry I have meticulously organized all over my bedroom floor (and living room…and bathroom…etc). I also think I might be a hoarder…there’s no way one person can have so much junk with absolutely no use. I just filled a bag with those stupid “free pencils” they give you at banks and shit with their logo on it. I mean WTF does anyone that is not 80 years old own a pencil sharpener? Tells me a lot about your customer base, Chase (that effing rhymed!).
Anyway, I guess I can’t talk too much shit since I’ve had those damn pencils (unsharpened) laying around my apartment for at least two years. And I’m not even going to say how many coupons I’ve dug up…and at least 5 soy sauce packets under my bed (WTF are they doing there?).
It was when I had to unplug the cable from my TV and router that I realized there was this crazy silence in my world all of a sudden. I wound up the TV cord (even zip tied), moved the TV from the stand so its easier to get to…
….about 5 minutes passed before I realized I was completely panicking. I sat down on my couch and started fiddling with my laptop…remembered the internet was off, so I went to plug that back in. Just the cable straight into my laptop, easy to unplug and pack up…Five, ten minutes pass, I grab my remote, apparently completely blanking on the fact that everything is unplugged. I actually pressed the on button at least 3 times, thinking it was stuck, before realizing I was a dumbass.
Not 15 minutes passed before I was digging around in the box I put the remote in and unwinding the damn TV plug, connecting all the cables I had just packed up, and turning on Iron Chef. It was like I could breathe again.
I knew I couldn’t survive without being connected to the internet, but I didn’t realize how much television was the background of my life. I turn it on in the morning as soon as I wake up, even before brushing my teeth. Then when I get back from work the first thing I do is grab the remote…its ridiculous.
It also made me realize how important this change is for me. Moving to Korea scares me a lot more than turning off my TV, but routines change, and so will mine. With my plane ticket bought, Visa received, and NOA in hand there is no going back (well there is…but that shit’s for quitters!).
After turning unplugging my TV tomorrow to see it off to my sisters boyfriend’s basement, the next one I will turn on will be the background to a completely new life…
…ok so that last part was just for dramatic impact. My parents have cable…with HBO (fawk yeah True Blood!)