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  NARCISSISTIC? WHO? ME? When I was a very young boy, I used to watch the radio.   Yes. Watch. Having not been alive long enough to develop the eccentricities dominating my life now, I was considered a normal radio watcher. Never could figure out why people so intensely eyeballed that big mahogany box that broadcasted their favorite radio programs. I tried coloring during a radio show, but it somehow distracted me. When I tried turning my back to the box and just listening, my mind began to wander. I was missing most of the broadcast, so I resumed my fierce ogling at the radio, feeling like an uncertified idiot. As a definitely certified adult, I do not watch TV. Heavens no, that would be sane. I only listen. I tell myself I’m too busy reading or writing to actually watch the boob tube. I reserve my watching talent strictly for the radio. Most of the time I have the TV tuned into news shows. Never watching. Only listening. Until recently I couldn’t resist snorting or mumbling short but