I’ve been a giant ball of anxiety lately. Anxiety is not my friend, it makes my mind spin out of control never landing for more than a minute on one specific thought or idea. In fact, when I’m overridden with anxiety about the only things I can do is watch TV and play Bejeweled. Productive? No. Effective? Yes.
The anxiety has stemmed from unbloggable work/finance worries and a health scare concerning my mom. The work/finance worries are mostly unfounded, or too soon to worry about, really. The health scare is a very real thing we may have to deal with. Mom goes in for more tests on Wednesday. We’ll know more then. I think. Until then I tell myself that I cannot panic because I don’t know what I’m panicking about.
It seems this minor storm of inner-turmoil has me longing longing longing for the olden days. I’ve watched two River Phoenix movies in the past week (Dogfight and Stand By Me, which has caused me to think that River might have been my first non-Fonzie related moviestar crush. I loved C. Thomas Howell and Matt Dillon, but that was mostly because of The Outsiders and they were Fonziesque. I really loved Fonzie). Those old movies are comforting somehow, reminding me of a time when I didn’t have to worry about mortgages or parental lifespans.
So you can imagine my utter surprise and delight, while trolling through the channels this evening looking for something suitably numbing, in discovering that Discovery Kids has transformed into something called The Hub, or as I would call it, fucking awesome.
My remote couldn’t move fast enough to tune into an episode of Family Ties followed by The Wonder Years and then a serving of Doogie Howser, M.D. like a cherry on top of a 1987 sundae. I love when the universe hands you exactly what you needed exactly when you need it.
Also, I might not ever watch a modern TV show again.