I’m now moving through Clay Shirky’s Cognitive Surplus, which begins with a study revealing that the more time you spend watching TV, the more likely you are to be unhappy. That’s because you’re sacrificing “relating” time (or social activities) for passive-alone time (where the TV characters become your “friends” to assuage loneliness).
I’ve been giving this some serious thought.
And I just connected it to another observation: During the times when I’ve been most happy, it was while deeply embedded in a tight-knit social group, where I never even thought about TV, much less owned one.
Those three times:
- High school at the Indiana Academy. By graduation, I was voted Biggest Lounge Rat because I spent so much time socializing in the common lounges (usually playing cards). I never went to my room until it was absolutely mandatory. I didn’t watch even 10 minutes of TV while there.
- Living and studying abroad in the UK. I studied abroad on two occasions, and both times, I was almost always in the common areas, or out with friends. No access to TV even if I’d wanted it.
- Working at the college newspaper. The newsroom did have a crappy B&W set, but no one ever turned it on. I spent all my waking hours there—aside from classes—and retreated to my dorm room only for sleep (but there wasn’t a TV there anyway).
Since leaving college, I’ve never been a huge consumer of TV, but I’ve definitely spent many passive hours watching Tivo’d shows, DVDs or streaming video. I’d like to think the story lines of shows like Six Feet Under or Lost have changed my life—or that I have some control over what I decide to passively consume.
It feels tougher to be as social as I was in college, even though I do think I was happier as a result. As adults, it feels like we’re all paired up (with partners), or obligated to take care of family.
I dream of a time when I can return to a close-knit community, with that deep feeling of satisfaction and meaningful involvement. There’s nothing like it.
