Most people would like to be delivered from temptation but would like it to keep in touch. — Robert Orben
Sometimes you just need to let go and give in to your addiction.
Actually, you should probably never do that. Unless of course you’re addicted to helping poor people in Calcutta (that’s right, I’m on to you, Mother Theresa; I know it wasn’t just out of the “goodness of your heart”).
But, in most cases, addiction is no bueno.
Well, unless—and this again refers to the less than one percent of the time when addiction is permissible—unless you’re addicted to Fox’s comedy series New Girl.
Television in general is an easy thing to get hooked on. It combines three of human beings’ favorite activities: sitting on comfortable objects, staring at flashing lights, and clicking firm, but not too firm, buttons—it’s the closest we can get to popping bubble-wrap all day.
However, New Girl goes up and above all of those. It makes me laugh. It makes me cry (because of the laughter). It makes me wish I lived in a loft with Zooey Deschanel. Though, I didn’t need this show to convince me of that.
The problem is, however, that the internet makes these episodes way too easy to watch. One click of a button, fifteen seconds to five minutes of buffering time (depending on the mood of those damn video-streaming gods), and I’m watching an episode.
That’s incorrect. I’m watching seven episodes. Just to explain to you how deep this problem goes, let me describe my current predicament.
By now, you and me both hate anything that has to do with the GRE (me, because the test is annoying; you, because my posts about it are annoying). However, I have one last test to take: the GRE Psychology Subject test on October 26th.
Well, it was on the 26th…thirteen hours ago. Now, after getting a reminder email, it’s in four days. That means, because of a slight error on behalf of my calendar, I have to cram over 200 years of psychology information into the next couple of days.
See, I knew unemployment would pay off.
However, instead of being as “studious” as I should be, I find myself being easily convinced that the effort it took to locate my introductory psychology book in my bedroom deserves a study break. A study break, of course, that consists of quadrupling whatever amount of time I spent studying, on watching New Girl.
My strategy is that as soon as I make it through all 28 episodes of the series (thank God it’s only in its second season), I will be able to focus more on my studying. So in a way, watching New Girl is essentially like studying for my upcoming psychology test.
Just don’t push me on that logic.