I don't have a television. Now, that doesn't mean I don't watch things (Netflix) or even own whole DVDs of television shows (Buffy the Vampire Slayer). It just means that if I want to watch something as it is being broadcast, I have to go out.
For example, I might, if the need arises, have to go to a bar.
As everyone in the world knows except for a depressingly large number of my fellow Americans, the World Cup is on. The World Cup is, for the most part, found on TV.
I love everything about the World Cup (except FIFA, of course). I love hearing names and seeing faces from other countries. I love the politely insulting style of British sports commentators, the excellent play from some of the best athletes in the world, the fans with props and wigs and painted faces, screaming in super slow motion after their team has scored.
But I think my very favorite part might be knowing that I am not alone. Not just in the bar, but that around the world, every kind of person imaginable in every kind of place imaginable - including, of course, my family and friends - are watching too.
Because it's just not as exciting to be excited all by yourself. It's a lot more fun to be part of the gang.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was feeling invincible due to getting enough sleep for an unusual three nights in a row, or maybe I thought that I could reenact the fabulous lives of the Knitters of Instagram. Possibly it was the cheerful pink and orange sign, or the fact that I so rarely go out for lunch these days and felt I should be making the most of it.
I still don't know why. What I do know is that is was not the best idea I've ever had.
So, the next time I feel like I need a good old fashioned, skin crawling, heart pounding panic attack at midnight on a Tuesday? Well, I'll know exactly what to do to get one.