Reality TV has put the fear of G-d in me!
Thanks to the abundance of reality shows, I’ve amassed a list of things that I no longer feel the need to do. The unbelievable horrors that have assaulted me while in vegetative state in the living room have done their work.
I don’t need need to swim in the surf at Piha even though I’m a strong swimmer.
I don’t need to climb Mt McKinlay – it’s unlikely I’d consider doing it anyway. Even if the challenge was put in front of me for $1 billion – NO.
I don’t need to go hiking in the Grand Canyon – irrespective of the season.
I don’t need to go scuba diving with sharks even if they’re only little ones.
I don’t need to go kayaking on the Zambesi River – visiting it on Willis St will do me.
I don’t need to become a surgeon – even though my fine stitching is up to it, my stomach isn’t.
I don’t need to survive on a diet of McDonalds for a month.
I don’t need to subject my face to chemical peeling or injections of botox – well maybe I do, but forget it!
And I don’t need to stand naked on a busy city street.
Thank goodness for reality TV!