
So how did this strange personality end up sneaking into my livingroom, and out of nowhere become the one appliance that is eating up my electricitybill?
Years back I was introduced to "The Televison" by my mum. He was fun. A bit fat and bulky though, not very nicely looking, but caught my attention straight away. I was not even a year I imagine. I dont remember getting to know him, but like my best teddybear, he was just there all the time and considered a part of the family.

I loved him.

"The Television 2" followed me for many, many years. Even though he didn't change his look at all, he got more intelligent and showed me even new sides of himself. Suddenly he tried to sell me weird stuff, he made games where cars and other fancy stuff could be won, persuaded me to come back every night at the same time bedazzling me, and introducing me to new people, let me into their fancy lifes in Beverly Hills or New York, showed me poverty and wars, taught me about different cultures and made me interested in seeing the world.
I got curios and wanted to see some of the things he showed me, but in real life..
So for quite a while I left him behind and took off. He was still there at home, every day waiting for me. Even after long adventures in Ecuador, journeys to Cuba, Mexico and other exciting countries, he was there. Whenever I got back, he would stand there, in the same spot, and bedazzle me with even more exciting things, and strangly enough I couldn't get bored with him. He always had some new story to tell me.
But as the years passed, I realized he was getting older, and he was kind of small, only 14"... and I started to look at other "Televisions"... They were nice looking, much bigger than "The Television 2", in better shape/slimmer, actually much slimmer, and so elegant, mostly dressed in black.
My friends, colleagues and family all wondered why I was so attracted to "The Television 2", cause they all had bigger, newer or slimmer "Televisions" them selves. They made fun of him and I did too I guess... But always with a smile:)
I kind of hated loving him..
I started feeling tempted... Should I really get rid of my best friend and change him for somebody newer and better looking? A new model??? But then the guilt hit me... NO, I couldn't just let him go after all we had been through.. 15 year long and true companionship with "The television 2". Probably the longest relationship I ever had with anybody (or anything) except from my family.
It was inevitable.. Nearly a year ago I invited "The Television 3" into my appartment. He was big, 40", hansom, dressed all in black, shiny, elegant and with a fancy name! And he gets very well along with other friends of mine like "The Laptop 4", "The Camera 3" and "The DVD Player", not to mention my fiancee, where "The Television 2" was more of a loner.. So all in all I am very happy. He also introduces me to even more people, more countries and teaches me new things all the time.. In fact, he is so nice that I sometimes find it hard to leave him. He is ready for fun 24 hours a day and he never gets tired like me..

Though lately I do tend to get tired of him... Some days he tells me the same stories or sings the same songs, over and over again. As if he forgot that he already told me! He loves my livingroom and has taken over almost the whole look of the room, as if he owns it. Maybe it's because we have been spending quite a lot of time together lately. Think I started developing a kind of Love/Hate relationship with him.
Can't live with him, can't live without him!
Sometimes I try to leave him for a while, but then he always have one last thing he wants to tell me, so I sit down, and once again I feel drawn into his world... Time flies and before I know it, its time for bed. I hate him...
You might wonder what happeded to "The Television 2"...? Well, I just couldn't let him go after 15 years of true companionship, so I invited him into my bedroom! Despite his old grey look, fat tummy and rusty voice, he is the last thing I look at before i sleep, and the first thing my eyes meet in the morning.
Sometimes I try to leave him for a while, but then he always have one last thing he wants to tell me, so I sit down, and once again I feel drawn into his world... Time flies and before I know it, its time for bed. I hate him...
You might wonder what happeded to "The Television 2"...? Well, I just couldn't let him go after 15 years of true companionship, so I invited him into my bedroom! Despite his old grey look, fat tummy and rusty voice, he is the last thing I look at before i sleep, and the first thing my eyes meet in the morning.