I laughed at my sister the day she received a kareokee machine for her birthday.
Not because she got a kareoke machine, but because she knew at that moment she would never get anything done until she got over the binge use of that machine.
She laid on her sofa and demonstrated for me how she would look after weeks of use. It was as if she knew karaoke was her heroine. She leaned on the arm and feigned drool coming from her lips as she was singing Aerosmith or Show-tunes. Didn’t matter which tune it was, she had an addiction and she knew it. I could envision dishes stacked to the ceiling and Cheetos stuck to her shirt with crusty food creased into her hip. She knew it and I knew it.
That night we sang for 8 hours. My voice was lost to every single from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. I pulled out tunes from the 60’s that I learned at the steering wheel of my Dad’s Montego MX, Jimmy Rogers and the Kingston Trio, then there was Judy Garland and Liza Minnelli and Barbara… Barbara doesn’t need a last name.
My voice was done for days afterwards. My sister? Well…she continued down that road of music addiction. Then one day it stopped.
I do not mock her or tease her about that problem she had because it could have easily have been me.
It was me.
Since I have finished University Studies, I have been binge watching TV as if the world is about to end. Since December 3, 2013, I have found myself enjoying the delights of televisions series that challenge my interest, make me laugh in a subtle way that compliments my humour and I have been solving mysteries with finesse. Or at least that is what I tell myself after watching the show 3 times in order to figure out all the clues.
I have binged watch Sherlock, Call the Midwife, and most recent….Suits.
I come home from work, watch Suits. I wake up early to get an episode in before work, I have a day off – stay in my jambes and watch suits.
I find myself looking like Penny after she started playing on-line videos games….with Howard.
Then as quickly as it happened, it was over. I am caught up and the season doesn’t resume until AFTER THE OLYMPICS. I found myself relating to Donna, coveting Jessica’s wardrobe and having a soft spot for crazy Louis. I want to be on team LITT! I want to wear Christian Loubatans to work and carry Prada bags. I want to have the trust and loyalty of a Harvey and I want an office dammit! I want an office with a view of Bernie Madoff’s old building. I would settle for an office with a view. Hell, at this point, I’d settle for an office.
What I do have is potential and possibility. What Suits has done for me has pointed out the people in my life who I trust and those who I need to guard myself against.
I have set new goals for 2014. I understand my vision NEVER turns out as planned. If you asked me 3 years ago if I knew I would be standing where I was, I would have laughed you out of the room. Therefore I am changing my focus. Where and what are out of the picture now. I can reach higher than that.
I really like my possibilities for 2015, besides…anything can happen.
Now…what to watch next…