this morning #1196.

this morning, he was making it crystal clear to me that he “does not watch the boob tube.” it’s completely beneath him. he’s a devotee of books. films are fine in moderation. foreign films to the front. shame on me for being such a slave to my tv. pure garbage. gar-bahj. he hasn’t had a set in his home since he was but a tiny child. his hippie parents threw their tv out in some sort of pop-culture-focused protest & he’s never looked back. not once. he thanks them every day. it made him a much better man. urged me to give it a try. i might find that my mind feels freer. cleaner. unjunked for once. i’ll be able to think for myself. i waved him away. no thanks. that lifestyle’s not for me. i need my tv.