At all hours of the day, we click and "add to cart" without having to supply our details, make eye contact or connect with a fellow human being. We no longer need to plan our trip to the store, make a list to avoid forgetting an item or recruit a friend to go with us.
Why do people with a mental illness have to be only killers or geniuses? Why is it that being a regular human being isn't enough? What about all the rest of us who aren't artists, poets, musicians or world-class anything?
Well, summer is over, folks, so now it's time to hang out with our real best friend: Television. I'm always interested in what could be the next big show, and even interested in a show that is not only big, but actually good.
These days when I think back to some of the misadventures that I had when I was over 250 pounds overweight, I often chuckle to myself -- while also admiring my stamina for not only getting through that time in my life, but also conquering it.