You are my television. At first you broadcast all my favourite shows which I binge watch one after the other. I stare at the screen with avid enthusiasm relishing what is being provided for me to watch. I follow every development in the plot and I eagerly anticipate the next episode. I discuss what is being shown with all and sundry, delighted with the standard of output. I am so fortunate to have happened on your channel. It is as if everything you show has been written specifically for me. I cannot believe how much I happen to love everything you show. After a while however the shows start to lose their allure and become stale. This does not take long. I flick onto other channels and find shows there which are much more my kind of thing. I delve deep into these new shows finding them fascinating. I rarely return to your channel and when I do it is just to deride your output and take pleasure in pouring scorn on what you are broadcasting. In fact, I derive more enjoyment from criticising your shows than appreciating them. Eventually I stop watching your channel altogether as I am enveloped by what is being shown on several other channels (I have worked out that I am best served by having several channels on the go at once, jumping between them to heighten my enjoyment). A little while later I will decide that I don’t need your show and I don’t want the television on which I watched it. To distance myself completely from you I will go and by a new television. After all I can always get a better television can’t I?
