On Not Having a TV

I go back and forth on having a TV. What usually happens is that I have a TV for a year or so; I come home from work, exhausted, throw my self on the bed or in an arm chair, probably with some unhealthy snacks in near reach, and turn it on. For an hour or two, I watch Two and a Half Men or Friends or Everybody Loves Raymond or something in that caliber. I hate it with every fiber of my body, but it relaxes me. For months, I tell myself this has to stop, I must get a life and so on. Then I stop. I put the TV in storage for a year or two. I’ve done this a few times. Right now, I am in a TV-less phase. What I have noticed happening now is that people look at me in a strange way when I say I don’t have a TV. Also, people talk about all these new series and I have no idea what they are talking about, I can’t follow their discussions. Not having a TV is making me feel like an outsider and I don’t like it! How is this possible? I never minded being an outsider before. But I think, at this point, having a TV is like having a toaster, a hairdryer or a computer. It is simply and unquestionable part of the modern person’s environment. Sigh.