Definition of Insanity

When I sit and indulge in my guiltiest of guilty pleasures by watching hour-long reunion episodes of Real Housewives of New York City, I simply cannot even fathom how people like them exist. I mean, they are seriously insane, right? But then, within seconds, I realize that maybe, just maybe, I am crazier than they are. After all, I am an otherwise sane person wasting my time watching these catty, poor excuses for human beings baring their teeth and unleashing their claws. The way they yap louder and louder over one another makes me seriously want to scream and tear my hair out. And, yet, I can't pull myself away.

I should really be focusing my energy and attention on figuring out what I want to do with my life and how I'm going to fulfill my goals. Oh wait, I need to figure out my goals yet. Holy hell, the women on this show are driving me absolutely bonkers. They are shouting and yelling like freaking banchees, and I have never experienced such drama in my own life. Thank goodness, seriously. Can you imagine having your every waking moment be full-on consumed by drama? These women, GAH! And, again, why in the world am I still watching this crap?? They actually refer to their lives as "season one" and "season two." They need a reality check.

Anyway, needless to say, it's high time that I carve a few moments out for some quiet reflection.