I am not a TV addict. Instead, I consider myself as a selective televiewer. I watch TV shows that fits my interest only.
There was a time when I got hooked with the X-Files series. In fact, I have a collection of books containing the details of each episodes in every season. In the recent past, I have also enjoyed some shows like Survivor, CSI, The Amazing Race, Fear Factor and kapuso's Extra Challenge. Early last year, I have started campaigning for Lost; the emmy awardee for best drama series. And most of the time, our idiot box is always switched on to Discovery Travel and Living.
Recently, our local cable operator has provided a free 24-hour 7-days-a-week Pinoy Big Brother channel … "and the rest is history"… hahaha! From the classy Discovery Travel and Living, we have moved to 24/7 PBB. Well, the Pinoy Big Brother syndrome has finally plagued our household.
I wonder what the PBB phenomenon has brought us. Personally, I believe that the PBB housemates are a reflection of ourselves — the viewers. Their experiences and characters can be related to our own experiences and characters. On the downside, we have a human instinct of always trying to search and talk about other people's lives. These could be some of the many reasons why peeping most of the time at the 24/7 PBB is irresistible. Anyway, it is good that the second season will be over soon.
Now, call me a boob tube addict…
There are certain times in our lives when we feel like going back to our past. There is this longing of revisiting the place where we used to live. There is this excitement of doing again what we used to do. There is this comfort of meeting again some people who had been part of what we are right now. Things change. Places transform. People evolve. And we have no capability to reset the world and go back to the time that we want to have a second take.
Wait … I can do that, actually… By being the returnist.
I can live and write the present. And in the future, we can return to that present even if it had became the past. Hitch … let's enjoy the ride.