Agoraphobia

Something is wrong with me. I meant to spend this whole weekend doing some work for school to get ahead before I leave for the World Cup. Obviously, I spent the whole time instead watching The Wire. Thirteen episodes in one weekend. I got a phone call with a bowling invite and actually had to talk myself into going. "It will be ok for a few hours. If you get bored, you can always stop bowling and come and watch more Wire."

What is wrong with me?? When Corey got back from his weekend of bike riding, we then together almost didn't go to a dinner party because of The Wire. As the time crept closer and closer to departure, we kept saying "We have time for one more episode...one half an episode...one more scene."

Something about HBO series is so gripping that it causes me to fear leaving my home. I am pinned to my screen, drawn in by some magical force. Even the child actors on these shows are fantastically realistic. I think the shows suck me in because the acting is so good, it almost seems like reality happening before me.

The fact that I tend to watch entire seasons of these series in weekend long marathons is also a testament to how crazed my mind is during the rest of the week. I think sometimes I need a weekend of agoraphobia where I don't get dressed at all and have to convince myself that leaving the house is ok, even if there is more Presboluski and Bunk to be seen.

Today I have no more Wire to watch, but I find myself in my robe at 11am. It's not that nice out for a Labor Day. I think I may continue my avoidance of reading and writing by purchasing all the World Cup matches today. Corey will make me Rice A Roni and feed it to me while I sit glued to the screen, clutching my terrycloth bathrobe during the exciting parts.

I may never leave the house again.