Cheesy TV Shows (that make me cry)
So, I took the night off tonight. Between beta reading, critiquing, revising, and working on my new project, I've been filling every free moment with something. Both of our cars broke down and we're trying to take care of all the details surrounding our house and what we're going to do going forward. My head has just been so full of stress and excitement and fear and worry and loads of other feeling type words.
When I finally had a night to myself, I knew I should spend it diving into my new project or doing more of my research reading. But instead, I decided to spend it watching cheesy television on Hulu and messing around on Twitter.
And, really, what can get cheesier than America's Got Talent?
I admit that part of the attraction of the early shows is their tendency to go the way of the train wreck. But there's always that one story that is designed to yank heartstrings. And usually I can shrug it off or smile at the talent, gush about it with my mom, and walk away. Not tonight.
I sat and watched a story about a vet who was living homeless on the street for 25 years, then spent the next 10 years getting his life back together. And all of that was after he spent years serving in the military.
I turned 36 last year. This man literally spent my lifetime falling down and picking himself back up.
What is it that drives us to that kind of determination?
And how petty do all of my frustrations seem tonight?
He found his way back through art, by the way. One day, on the streets of L.A., he heard about a group of previously homeless military men and women who were forming an acapella choir. He took his shopping cart and pushed it 28 miles to the center where they practiced, and then spent the next 10 years fighting to reclaim his life. And on this pathetically cheesy television program, he sang the bass lead for Old Man River, just to show his fellow vets, "That it's okay for a warrior to ask for help."
I can't even pretend to shrug that off.
When I finally had a night to myself, I knew I should spend it diving into my new project or doing more of my research reading. But instead, I decided to spend it watching cheesy television on Hulu and messing around on Twitter.
And, really, what can get cheesier than America's Got Talent?
I admit that part of the attraction of the early shows is their tendency to go the way of the train wreck. But there's always that one story that is designed to yank heartstrings. And usually I can shrug it off or smile at the talent, gush about it with my mom, and walk away. Not tonight.
I sat and watched a story about a vet who was living homeless on the street for 25 years, then spent the next 10 years getting his life back together. And all of that was after he spent years serving in the military.
I turned 36 last year. This man literally spent my lifetime falling down and picking himself back up.
What is it that drives us to that kind of determination?
And how petty do all of my frustrations seem tonight?
He found his way back through art, by the way. One day, on the streets of L.A., he heard about a group of previously homeless military men and women who were forming an acapella choir. He took his shopping cart and pushed it 28 miles to the center where they practiced, and then spent the next 10 years fighting to reclaim his life. And on this pathetically cheesy television program, he sang the bass lead for Old Man River, just to show his fellow vets, "That it's okay for a warrior to ask for help."
I can't even pretend to shrug that off.