reality tv
Wow. I just did something that went so completely, putridly against my moral existence. And I think I might go back again, just for kicks.

Well. What's that they say.... when life throws you a bone, grab it? I was walking out of the rec center when Kasey, one of my Gym Guys, stops me to chat. He says he's on his way to a psych experiment but he's all excited because he just got callbacks for some movie audition they're doing. Movie audition? I'm like, holy shit, where? In the EMU, he says, it's for a "Spring Break" movie. My heart sinks. Not another one of those. Fuck. Oh, but WAIT, it gets BETTER. This movie is a REALITY movie by the producers of The Bachelor. They'er sending college students to Cancun (surprise.) for Spring Break and filming them. Wait. This is exciting? Ok, whatever.

Anyway, if you know me, you'll know I'm far too curious for my own good. And I'm an experience junkie. So. Since I now know about this entirely by happenstance, I decide to go see if I'm interesting enough. That Karma? I didn't really get very far, all things considered. When I got to where they were doing the audition, I found out that they were only looking for groups of friends (2-8 peopel). Me, being solo, they weren't interested in.

I left but with the knowledge that they'll be there until 6 or 7 PM tonight. And I've also got the knowledge that none of my friends will want to go back and make humiliate themselves with me. BECAUSE NO ONE BUT ME IS ADVENTUROUS ENOUGH TO WANT TO DO STUPID, FUN, HUMILATING THINGS!!! Lame. Ok, so even if I did get together one of my two groups of friends to go to the audition, let's face it, we're not "NORMAL" by any standards but we certainly aren't what they want: abnormal enough to be outwardly different or normal enough to entertain viewers with copious drinking and slutty, immature behavior. And that's it in a nutshell. We're far too mature. We'd be the only people there actually behaving like adults and doing fun things while everyone else poked each others' eyes out with cocktail umbrellas.

For a moment I thought, sadistically, how amusing it would be to get Alex and Justin to go with me. At least we have a story to tell and we wouldn't just be like "uhhh, yeah, we're an assorted group of geeky people who like each other and are generally kinky and open-minded." (Wait. Come to think of it, that doesn't sound that bad!) But. Fat chance either Alex or Justin would stoop so low as to pander (even for entertainment value and not for real) to the reality television network.

Let me keep things straight: I loathe reality TV. It fascinates me but I find it morally repugnant. So standing up there thinking about going in there and bullshitting with their interviewer was a serious lapse in my ethical code. On the other hand, I'm a complete heat seeker for attention. I want my fucking fifteen minutes of fame. And someday I'm gonna have it, even if I do it making a total fool of myself.

At least I'll have had some fun!! NER!!