Since we don’t have a television and relatively little entertainment options, Stephen & I watch through television seasons that we have on our computer.
Sometimes I do believe it becomes a waste of time, but when I think back over some of the hardest parts of this year, laughing to a 22-minute sitcom at the end of the day can go a long way, and I don’t think it’s all bad.
We’ve watched through Friends quite a few times, to the point that it was being quoted too often between us. We decided it was getting a little out of hand. We’ve also enjoyed quite a bit of Modern Family. I think I quite liked both of these shows because they presented very American-ized lifestyles: coffee shops, Western houses with soft couches and carpet, families and friends. It also helps that sitcoms tend to stick to “first world problem” story lines and throw in as many funny quips as they can.
As lame as it may seem, I have found that the fascods of facebook and sitcoms have been surprisingly tranquilizing.
Either way, we managed to get the seventh season of The Office added to our collection. This seemed a great reason to start over from the first season, we started that a couple weeks ago.
I have to say it’s not as much of a mollifier as the other shows, and I have a few theories. For one, it lacks the real relationships of family and friends. It also has more “politically incorrect” aspects to it, which is bothersome when you are over-working yourself to accept and appreciate differences in the culture and friendships around you.
But I’ve decided the real culprit lies in the entire scenario: their office isn’t so different from ours.
And it scares me.
We’re just an odd bunch with very little in common, and among so many cultures, you can be offended by someone pretty easily.
And I don’t really know how else to describe it. It’s a little too close for comfort.