So I’m hooked on Sons of Anarchy. Usually, like a good boy, I’ll go to bed and read for about half an hour or so. I read a lot of different stuff. The classics, because I like to think that I’m intellectual (and yes, I do read Penguin classics sometimes cos I’m a try hard hipster), modern literature because I like to feel like I’m on the pulse of the cutting edge, Harry Potter because I’m really a little kid at heart, Lord of the Rings because it’s awesome, historical accounts because then I can say “did you know…” with just the slightest air of knowing contempt… But then one of my friends lent me the first two seasons of Sons of Anarchy. As good as the Sopranos, he says. Addictive as hell, he says. Yeah yeah, I’ll probably watch one episode then get sick of it. So I watch one episode.
It’s crazy how consumed you can get by watching people go through their lives (granted, they are quite heavy, twisted lives that Jax, Clay and co. lead), but I just can’t stop watching. It’s just silly. I should be writing. I should be reading. I should be out seeing people, getting some fresh air. But no, I am just watching this brilliant show. What else have I been doing? I’ve been working. I’ve been for a few surfs. Nothing makes your head clear as much as getting into the water. I’ve been making sure I haven’t forgotten how to play an instrument. And I’ve been making excuses. To get back to the T.V. Just one more episode, I tell myself. Oh alright, one more. It’s 2am already, I might as well watch another one. Damn, I’ve got to get to work. No sleep. Again. Oh well, I’ve only got three more seasons to go, then I’m free! But for now, I’ve got to go. I have ‘things’ to do…
Love Ted
