In the spirit of New Year’s reflections, I contemplated recently the fact that it has been over five years since I rid myself of my television. In an “Open Letter to TV” style post I just wanted to say to television:
I do not miss your profanity. I do not miss your violence. I am incredibly glad to have gotten rid of your sexual innuendos, more than I can say. Finally and mostly, I am most thankful your bare female anatomy (which can incite lust) is gone from my life. I do not miss you and I do not ever want you to return to me.
I do miss your football, but, sorry, it is not worth allowing those other things back in. Not even close to worth it. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I won’t lose any sleep over it (unlike when I used to stay up late for such things as Monday Night Football and Saturday Night Live).
Do not wait for me to return to you and lose your opportunity to corrupt others; I shall never return. It might have seemed like we had a good thing going for quite a few years, but in reality you were sucking away my life, my values even, and replacing them with despicable rubbish. Our relationship was a phony. You were just using me, and, like an idiot, I let you. You were never serious about our relationship; any night I could find you entertaining literally millions of others. I was never special to you. (OK, now I’m just getting silly. I’ll get back on track now.)
I do not miss all the productive hours that instead I wasted staring at your vacuous images. I’m not attempting to say that I not longer squander my time, but I do waste less. I am now one step closer to productivity and one step further away from temptation.
It has taken years to forget horrid images you have imprinted in my head. Some music and melodies you relayed may never leave. However, with each image that is erased to make room for something new, my mind is slowly being cleansed. I love it. When I reflect on what used to occupy my thoughts and what occupies them now, I notice a large difference.
So, in case I never made things final between the two of us, I’m taking the time now to make sure you know I have taken final leave of you. I do not wish you ‘good-bye’, for I rarely believe that “God be with you”. I do not say ‘farewell’ because I hope you don’t. The best I can give you is ‘see you later’ because you are impossible to completely avoid in public and some private settings. However, you will never be welcome in my home again.