Last night I watched American Idol. It was actually last week’s episode, but I found that if I record Idol, I can watch the competition and the results show in about an hour by skipping all the commercials and other nonsense that now seems to be a part of it.
And as I was watching Katy Perry sing a song that I generally enjoy when I hear it on the radio, all I could focus on was her outrageous electrified costume and how much it cost. I have always been an AI fan, even in the early seasons when it really was just a singing competition. So I continued to watch last night all the while analyzing why the producers felt the need to go to such lengths with the theatrics to keep me, the viewer, coming back.
And then I thought about the comment my husband made about yesterday’s blog post. I wrote about an issue that I do take quite seriously but I personally thought my comment about Hannibal Lecter was rather funny. My husband thought I sounded deeply disturbed. So I analyzed that for about five hours and came to the conclusion that perhaps I have completely lost my sense of humor. Perhaps I have forgotten how to have fun.
By nature, I tend to be a deep thinker which, I suppose, is why I continuously wrestle with my thoughts about God, and life in general. But am I taking myself too seriously? Is it possible to enjoy my life for what it is even while I know there is suffering in the world?
I imagine there is a proper balance and I’m sure if I spend some time analyzing this I will draw some deeply profound conclusions, but in the meantime, I’m going to go set my DVR for this week’s American Idol because even though I don’t know who’s performing, I’m sure it will be a great show.