Monday, June 02, 2008


For whatever reason, I have recently found myself indulging in things that I know will just leave me with a bitter taste in my mouth. Case in point: Veronica Mars. It's a well-written and well-acted show, which I guess is why I keep coming back to it when I'm looking for a 45 minute escape via internet TV. The suspense is excellent, and I can't help empathizing with the lead characters, who are all basically moral people trying to fix their convoluted worlds. But it's not a happy show. Terrible and depressing things happen in every episode. Kids get murdered, lives get shattered, hearts get broken. Deceit and treachery run rampant. I guess I keep watching because I hope everything will turn out all right in the end, but I think I need to admit to myself that watching is just not healthy, at least for me. I have very limited free time these days, and the last thing I need to be doing with it is watching shows that get me all upset over the plights of fictional characters. I deal with real-life crises often enough; this is absurd. Tonight, I watched my last episode of Veronica Mars. There, I said it. No more. No matter how well done it is, it's not worth this.

If only I could apply the same decisiveness throughout my life.


  1. could just finish it?

  2. Nope. Not worth it.