This weekend, the twisting of my rubber arm caused me to watch tons of old episodes of Entourage. I love the show, but I find it to be dangerous -- and not just dangerous because it’s so addictive and one half-hour episode can easily turn into ten half-hour episodes and five nonrefundable hours of my life -- dangerous because I get sucked in to forgetting that I’m neither rich nor famous; nor is there any reasonable potential for me to become so.
I find myself thinking, even long after I’ve left the glamorous glow of the TV, that there’s really no reason I shouldn’t drive a Maserati, date A-list actresses, and indulge in the ritzy pleasures of Hollywood. Is the life of a civil engineer really that different from the life of a movie star? Sigh.
3 comments:
Actually, your life does seem pretty movie star-ish lately. You've definitely had some tabloid-worthy experiences recently. :)
at least you dream of the high life... i have delusions of crashing on a deserted island with lots of extremely attractive people having to push a button every 108 minutes. i think i may have issues.
I guess we are what we watch. Remind me never to get in to Prison Break.
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