I didn’t watch the Grammy’s last night.
This is usually when people say something like, “But you like music!”
That is a fact, although hardly a conclusive argument in favor of the Grammy’s.
I also like sushi, but I don’t watch fishing shows… unless we’re talking about River Monsters on Animal Planet.
That’s a whole other kettle of… well, you know.
I didn’t watch “The Sound of Music LIVE” (as opposed to “The Sound of Music DEAD“) with Vampire Bill last month, because as much as I love music and as much as I love “The Sound of Music”, I just didn’t want to see it.
I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO.
I also didn’t watch Downton Abbey last night.
“WHAT?! Why?!”, you ask, aghast?
Because I had a great weekend and didn’t want to be saddened by Anna Bates’ rape storyline.
I know people in real life who have been raped… I’ve seen rape plots before… I’ve spent quite a bit of time researching state laws regarding rape and, recently, I’ve been studying the term “rape culture.”
I didn’t want to watch a rape storyline for “entertainment.”
I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO.
I wouldn’t have watched Sybil suffocate with a dinner plate in her neck (well, that’s what it looked like), either, but that one caught me off guard.
Whether or not this plot has redemptive qualities has yet to be seen (by me, at least… I realize that other, cooler people have already seen the entire season), but last night, I wanted to continue enjoying the last few hours of my weekend.
I’m not watching “Helix” anymore!
I’m not going to open my blinds if I don’t want to!
You can’t make me sing/dance, eat/drink, play the piano in front strangers!
Last night, instead of torturing myself, I listened to the wind howl and watched “Target Earth” (1954) for the second time.
And it was glorious.
This year, I am practicing the art of “Not forcing myself to do things for no good reason.” I tend to add values to things and then feel guilty or unproductive for not engaging in said things.
If I would rather go to sleep then watch a show, then I shall do so.
If I don’t want to go to a party, then I won’t, and I’m sorry but I won’t make any apologies (except for the one that I just made… I’m trying to get out of the habit… difficult).
If I don’t like a book, I’m not going to force myself to read it. Such exercises only serve to make me angry, and I do very much dislike being angry.
I am an adult!!!!
I make decisions for myself and I don’t need to justify them to the public at large!!!!!!!
I don’t owe it to the world to watch “American Idol” or “Glee” or some sappy girl/woman movie!!!!!
This is my year of NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
It’s not a Grumpy Cat “No”… I’ll say it nicely, probably with a head tilt and a smile, but I will be saying it.