Pseudo Reality
The TV binge. The digital age ‘s new addiction. This past weekend has been a blur of pseudo reality mashing with my own reality, but only within the shallow microcosm of my house and Facebook messenger. The line becomes so blurred that this space too blurs into pseudo reality status. Only getting up for basic necessities. A reality pit stop of sorts, never pulling you back to it, but sustaining you just enough so you don’t become a complete shell of yourself.
Every show builds a world for you to escape into. A world with its own reality, own rules. So similar to our own. You change the show on Netflix to an animation hoping it will be less realistic. It isn’t.
You finally find a distracting enough show. A comedy, perfect. You watch and watch until boom, end of b plot c plot and a plot. The niggling fear of reality seeping in, well seeps in. And you push that button as you always do, the button you turned off of auto play because you thought it would help stop this from happening. And you keep going until it’s past your feesible bed time because it’s Monday tomorrow. And even though you hate Mondays like Garfield, you also need to face them eventually