Unrealistic Reality

I snuggled with my man, burrowing my face in his chest, tickling his nose with strands of my untamed hair, and realized I was missing the Real World. In a panic, realizing I’ve already missed eight minutes, I jumped from his embrace to find the remote. Now, to appreciate the addiction of the unrealistic version of reality, you must have four or five years under your belt. I am not ashamed that I have at least sixteen years of the crap under my belt. I even took an unrealistic approach in my life and auditioned for one of the seasons. Now, I smacked myself back to reality and realized that it wasn’t realistic for me to open my narcotic ways and sometimes unbalanced routines to the critical world of couch potatoes. So, as I remained, once again for another sickening night of the predictable actions of almost all the characters this season, I still can’t resist checking out each episode. What is it with reality shows? Why do they suck us in? I think every angle has been covered in the reality genre; from fighting fifteen women to win the heart of the man of your dreams, to being sent to Charm School with Monique, or swapping parents between two unappreciative families. The reality of this mayhem is as long as we turn on the television and forget our reality, the demand for Reality TV will continue to grow, and more shows will be created. I found the reality show website and discovered there are a lot of casting calls that frequent the Nation’s Capitol and could possibly turn some of my dreams into the unrealistic reality of being a reality show celebrity…. NOT!!!! I’ll just continue to prop myself up on a pillow at 10pm and tune in to the newest reality that disgraces me for an instant until I connect with one of the cast members that I can identify with – then I’m hooked for good.