Televisions are easy! Now what?

Now that I have been on this family/Christmas extravaganza for a few weeks, I can now say that I have learned. I have learned that I need to accept people for who and what they are. I have also realized that television rules the world and all of the people in it. Why does a loud, obnoxious, over-bearing machine have so many souls? It must steal souls.
I am the only human being in these ajoining hotel rooms, whom will not have their soul taken from them. I have draped a white towel over the long, flat, gigantic, awful television screen that guardians this hotel room. And my brother has the nerve to ask why I cover the screen. He has the nerve to question my judgement.

And then I ask, "why?"

Why do you need this obnoxious screen shouting at your blank face for hours? Why do you need it on when your attentions are elsewhere?

They enter my domain asking, "what could you possibly be doing in here in the quiet?"
As though the "quiet" has cooties.

Whenever there is an important discussion happening between family members the television is always in the background stating inane comments. They wonder why I leave the television-polluted room to seek refuge. They wonder if I have suddenly become crazy. They stare at me as if I were a ghost as I turn to face them, only to see a group of hypnotised people who stare at the noisy object. The object: an abrasive screen that aims to brainwash those comfortable and yet dead souls in the world. An object that is constantly screaming, "Buy! Buy! Buy!" An object that causes me to secretly question, "Buy what? With what?What? Eat what?Who? Buy what? Who? What? Buy what? Eat what?" I catch myself whispering the prior question to myself  while I catch myself staring into the screen mindlessly. A minute of that stress is enough for me.

However, they need it constantly. They need it morning, noon, and night.

They ask: "Why don't you hang out with us?"

I ask: "Could you turn off the television?"

They look at me as if I contain a second head. And I leave. They probably do not think twice. They probably think, "oh, she is probably in another one of her phases or moods," And they continue to watch more television. I wish this was indeed a phase. Life would be easy if this feeling was a phase. If this is a phase then that would mean that in a few years I'll be happy with a normal, American, television watching life. Then my life will finally be easy.

But my life is not easy, because, I refuse to let my life just be easy. Easy is a lie. Easy is what those money-hungary, corporate, greedy apes are aiming for. They want us to think our lives are easy. They want us to spend more money to make our lives easier.
"Why would you ever read a book if you can watch a book? Watching a book is so easy!"-anonymous zombie.
-The above is what those apes are counting on.

Do you want to know what happens when a lot of people aim to live easy?

Obesity
pollution
autism?
ADD/ADHD?
All because you wanted to live easy. Was it all worth it?

Someone should ask the single remaining human being on the planet the above question in a few decades or less. Every empire, every human civilization has to go sometime. Remember the romans? Remember the Egyptians? Remember the greeks?

I wonder how those Chinese kids in the sweatshops feel. I bet they wish they could live easy with all of the junk they are assembling for those easy living people. Or maybe they realize that one can be happy without the junk. I don't know. I do know that there is something very wrong when I cannot get away from televisions or that lying "CNN" that calls itself "news."
I live in a world of lies. So now what?

-The Bison