No one will believe just how out of touch I have been. Mad Men, Homeland, Downtown Abbey, Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, Dexter, The Walking Dead... Not a glimpse of them have I caught. Not even Glee, of which the work-laden former Prime Minister Gordon Brown is a secret fan. Like a friend quipped when I innocently asked years ago what is F4 and who is Cheryl Fox, 'Which planet are you from?' And I was away from Singapore for only six months.
Not that I haven't heard of these gripping, fun, suspenseful, humorous, violent, smart, thought-provoking (depending on which series you are talking about) dramas, Facebook makes sure I get updated on my friends' sofa-bound activities. As tempting as these tv series are, I am careful not to get sucked into it all. Because I know how easy they can get me hooked and there is no turning back once I eat drink sleep these addictives. For each season of a series, 13 straight hours would be spent glued to the small screen. Multiply that to say 5 seasons of it, that's 65 hours of my life. I wouldn't exactly call that time wasted. Who doesn't need some entertainment every now and then to spice up our mundane daily routine? But I can certainly use those hours to write and read. In case you don't know, I am making up for lost time.
That being said, I am only human and I am weak. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer and finally succumbed to Sherlock. I will not go on and on about the pure joy of watching this critically acclaimed series. You can find out by yourself if I have piqued your curiosity. Just be warned that you might be enticed to watch it all over again if you are a sucker for posh English accent and dry humour like me.
The pure joy had to be marred however by a lurking companion while I was devouring Sherlock (pun intended), namely, guiltiness. Guilty because I was spending precious time away from writing and reading. Then I reasoned this self-inflicted remorse makes the respite all the more bitter-sweet. Furthermore, with 3 episodes per season, not much time is being wasted, really. That got rid of my demon. I am amazed, yet again, at my super ability to romantise things too positively. Hehe.
The dormant volcano of drama-watching will not and cannot stay inactive forever.
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