It was inevitable: no pay bill = No TV For You.
My apartment is so quiet. I can hear the tinnitus in my ear, clicking away; my blood flowing; my heart beating and every sound from the upstairs suite are explosions. They shower at least 4 times a day and vacuum at least 2. It’s absolutely abnormal how many time they flush their toilet. They stomp and yell and laugh and wrestle and I don’t think they have a TV either because no one is sitting still up there. Oh and they drop a lot of things. Big things.
My cat loves this opportunity to howl even more than she has in the past. There’s nothing around to compete with her voice. I believe she’s trying to sing about all her life’s passions and journeys (she hasn’t had much so maybe she cries for the lack thereof). She scrapes her nails all the way to the bottom of her litter box with more gusto than necessary. I hear her scarfing down her food, after I patiently watch and pet her every day, soothing her 3 month-long anxiety of eating alone.
It could be worse though. She used to not want to poop alone. This is a lot better.
By the second or third day I was almost mad by the silence and the noise. I relied on that TV for, not only for the shows (OMG, The Voice starts soon!), it blocked out all the annoying sounds of everyday life. But I miss Rachael Ray’s cooking! Burger days!. I covet her cookware. And I don’t care what anyone thinks, I need to see all the Friends episodes for the 12th time. My soap opera is reduced to a cheap cut on YouTube where the mouths are not synched with the words and that makes me dizzy. If I squint a little, though, it helps. And Dr. Phil! Carly and I were bonding over that show. Sadly, I will never know if Property Virgins will ever have someone not lose their property virginity.
TV was also my main source for music. I never could quite figure out how to upload music to my iPhone (or download or whatever). I found a station on the internet that plays all kinds of genres though. It’s such a relief to have beautiful music in my life again.
My eyes are blurry from reading and cross-eyed from playing games online. I know soon I’ll regret having started the latter. Already I can feel the cramping in my hand from the abnormal way I have to hold my phone to play. I hate you Candy Crush.
I’m quite hard of hearing so this sensitivity to noise is pretty new to me. People knock on my window (why do they DO that??) and it sounds like it’s coming from the bathroom. Or the door. Or right behind me!! GAH! I almost always scream a little. I never answer the window (bring your frigging KEYS!). Unfortunately, none of this means that my hearing has improved. I still have difficulty understanding someone during a conversation unless they know to speak clearly with a slight Minnie Mouse tonality.
So once I catch up on the bills then I’ll have the TV back on.
I wonder if I’ll even want to?