Last night, I got myself in a bit of a funk. I’m not sure what happened, but sometime around dinnertime I just lost all my motivation. I couldn’t find a good movie to watch, a TV show I wanted to see, or a book I wanted to read. I was just indifferent. I wasn’t upset, bored, or anything like that, I just didn’t have anything that really spoke to me that I wanted to do.
I get like this sometimes; usually it’s when I’m dealing with a bout of depression, so it always worries me when it flares up. I messed around on my phone till around 11:30 PM, then went didn’t sleep all that well, and woke up feeling just about as unmotivated.
When I got to work, I started writing. I wrote a horror review, a couple posts for this site, and a few other things. I just wrote and wrote to see if I could kickstart something in me, but it didn’t. I still felt totally lifeless on the inside.
I hit up all my usual favorite interests (wrestling, horror flicks, writing, and even some Taoism/Buddhist stuff) and I just couldn’t find my spark. As lunchtime approached, I started scouring YouTube, Prime, Netflix, and Hulu, trying to find something I could watch on my thirty minute break that I would enjoy. Again, nothing came to me.
I have hundreds of movies I need to watch (or rewatch), dozens of TV shows, hundreds of books/comics, video games to play, wrestling matches to watch, and stories to write. It’s not like a I’m devoid of things that I can enjoy, but if I’m not ready to enjoy them what does that mean?
Well, this story has a good ending. I ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich earlier in this morning so I was left with nothing to eat for lunch other than a cheese stick and some baked Cheetos. I decided to head to our shitty cafeteria and get a chicken quesadilla because let’s be honest, it’s hard to fuck that up. I thought maybe a nice warm meal in my stomach would do me good and so I took my quesadilla to a quiet spot, sat down and decided to just turn something on. I settled on Stargate SG-1. I’m on episode two of the fourth season and haven’t watched much over the past six months. I watched the final episode season three and the first episode of season four (it was a two-parter) about a month ago. I wasn’t super feeling those episodes so I just didn’t have the motivation to continue.
But today, when I was at my most disinterested, SG-1 ignited that spark in me. I only had about eighteen minutes to watch, but it only took about two minutes to get me invested. Friendly faces, simple yet fun storyline and a little positivity cheered me right up. It was like someone flipped a switch and that really made an impact on me.
What is it about a TV show (or movie or game) that can do this to a person? Are we that emotionally invested? Is it a familiarity that makes it feel homely? Everything in life changes, everyone grows old, moves, and evolves, but when I turn on SG-1, it’s my same favorite characters, looking the same, fighting the same battles. I’m guessing it’s that sort of familiarity that really makes it so beloved.
We’re all on this crazy rollercoaster of life and it’s important to find the little things that make ya happy. Luckily, we live in an amazing time where we have access to all sorts of fantastic entertainment that brings us joy and comfort. Today, it was SG-1 for me. Next week it may be watching Clerks. The week after AEW. It doesn’t matter what the actual content is, it’s all about the joy/peace you get from it. I’m thankful I had access to Stargate today, and I’m even more thankful that I turned it on and for eighteen minutes I felt better and those eighteen minutes turned around my entire afternoon.
I look forward to getting home and finishing up that episode of SG-1.