It’s funny, the Olympics.
One of the few times when it’s socially acceptable to sit in front of the tele for extended periods of time. I’m not used to so much small talk about what’s on TV.
I’m more used to hearing “oh, we don’t watch very much television” or “I’ve never watched/heard of that show”, leaving me to think that I’m a bit of a TV tart. Okay, so maybe I am, because we finally bought a television at Christmas, after 5 years without one. And maybe we have the TV on a
bit lot more than we normally would.
But now? Now that the Olympics are on? Oh, it’s totally fine to park your backside on the couch every night. Because you’re cheering your country on; of course it’s acceptable.
I’m cool with admitting just how much I’m enjoying watching the Olympics, but I’m not enjoying watching the GIANT SOOKS who are getting teary about not finishing first. I know I cannot fathom the work they have put into becoming an elite athlete, the pressure to perform for your country against countries like AMERICA and JAMAICA. But crying because you only came second against THE REST OF THE WORLD. Or even sixth, eff-eff-ess. You’ve doneyou country proud for even turning up, why did you have to ruin it by crying over being a disappointment?
Furthest thing from.