I’m Hooked on Hoarders
There, I said it.
I have never in my life been much of a television watcher. I’d rather read. Also, I have trouble sitting still for a whole movie. But I’ve become addicted to a dang reality show. Yes. A stupid reality show, and one of the worst, has hooked me.
My husband watches TV constantly. It’s his normal to spend most of his day in front of the TV — and good or bad, I’ve stopped bitching about it. No use. Better to have peace than to stress aloud about him sitting in one place too long. I sit at the computer too long, too.
But this stupid TV show. I hate to admit it. I got hooked on watching Hoarders. Hoarders!
Yes, I’m ashamed to say it, but it’s just something that awakens my morbid curiosity. I can’t wait to see how really bad the house looks inside, and then I feel satisfied when they clean it up. Sick, huh? I can’t help it. I love watching it, and it’s so disgusting I wouldn’t be more ashamed to admit to watching porn. No, wait, it’s not that bad, but it’s still a nasty habit.
The only TV I have watched up to now is the ABC World News every day at 5:30. We schedule dinner around World News. I have to have that and my Washington Post, along with lots of internet news.
But this. I can’t even believe I’m writing this and admitting it. I couldn’t think of…
