Growing up, I was a TV bug.
You could put one in front of me, and then watch me morph into a hard shelled critter with plenty of arms and legs for maneuvering my blanket, snacks, and pillows. Did I need to pee? Who cares, I could hold it.
I was not only mesmerized by TV but also movies. So many storylines to catch up on (after all, I was born in the 80s…TV and movies had been entertaining for quite some time). So many mysteries to figure out. So many science fiction films to get lost in. So many characters to learn of. I enjoyed it all. Black and white? I found it charming. Color? Even better.
I didn’t want to feel left out: I wanted to watch what others watched so I could be in "the loop." I wanted to laugh at shared jokes from the latest TV series. I wanted to “get” the lines people quote from major movies. Shared references from film and TV add such a rich dimension to conversations and make everyone feel closer somehow. Count me in.
Cartoons were so bright and colorful and gaudy and magical and fantastic. Disney? Warner Brothers? Nickelodeon? Yes please. Comedy sitcoms opened up to me the variety of humor. I could re-watch favorites again and again. I was quickly memorizing lines along with my family – and we still quote them to each other – often ending in a fit of laughter. Who couldn’t love that little box in the living room (which was slowly getting thinner and thinner with better technology)?
However, now I’m starting to see story settings repeated. There are new actors, but old jokes are being retold. Situations are replayed. The same personalities resurface under the guise of a “new” character. The plot twists are happening again and again. Mysteries are much less mysterious. Dramas seem less dramatic.
Is this a bad thing?
The older I get, I no longer feel so much like I’m missing out. Have I seen it all? Nope. Have I seen a lot? Yup. But my desire to immerse myself in many TV shows is slowly fading. Now it’s only special shows. Cautiously selected movies. I went from wanting to plunge my face down into the pie to carefully cutting a piece, pulling out a pretty fork, lighting a candle, and slowing dining on the carefully selected morsel. And to me, it’s just one more thing I enjoy about getting older.
Creator of Love, Auntie.