It pains me to say this but I’m addicted to House. The reason is hurts so much to admit that is because for years I have looked down on people who would rather watch TV than read.
Yes, I was a snob. I thought I was better than everyone else because I didn’t have cable and my life didn’t revolve around TV shows. In the evenings I would stimulate my mind with a good book. I scoffed at those who didn’t want to get together in the evenings because their favorite show was on and they didn’t want to miss it.
I was bad. I was rude. I was prideful. Then I found House.
I’m not sure how I started watching House. I hadn’t heard of it before a few months ago. Now I am going through withdrawals if I don’t get my House fix. The above picture is pretty much how I have looked the past few evenings (except my earphones are cuter).
I’m addicted. I’m hooked. I must have my House.
I’m having to repent of my past behavior. I am publicly admitting that I was wrong. There is nothing wrong with enjoying TV.
Although I will add that I don’t watch House when it airs. I watch it online and rent the previous Seasons and watch it on my laptop.
Also, if it weren’t so late right now I would start watching an episode but I need to be going to bed soon and it was a hard decision on whether to blog or watch House. The need to repent won but I can guarantee I will make up for this loss of House watching tomorrow.
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