It has to take the place of leisure. If you add paying attention to such things to regular leisure, there's no productive time left in your life. Occasionally, I try accurately describing my life to an acquaintance, because they've asked nicely enough, enough times, and a look comes over their face that is equal admixture of: You're nuts, and: You must be fibbing. When I see that look, I always regret telling the truth, and go back to small talk. I'm on something along the lines of three decades now of relatives of all shapes and sizes arriving at my house and wondering aloud, in a horrified tone: What do you mean there's no TV? Terror-stricken, they are. Me, I figure you must think you're going to live to be ten thousand years old if you watch an episode of 2 Broke Girls or a Jacksonville/ Tampa Bay game.
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