Why the Fuck Am I Watching American Idol?

An honest question. I have no answer. I have nothing, I have failed. But it wasn't a very important thing that I failed at. I'll have better luck in future endeavors. Why can't we just pretend like we're living a happy life with no complaints. No alarms and No surprises please. This beast wasn't tamed and isn't likely to be. I can barely see this screen, where are my hands, how do they type? How do we remember all this shit? Forget I just said that. Figure out another way to get through the hole in the ground before the hole in the ground figures out a way to get through you. I can't even beging to think about the seriousness of this whole matter. Does it matter? What happens at the end of this road when the rope slips through our hands and we fall into some abyss that likely isn't quite as bad as people think. Who are these people anyways? Speaking for myself and the others like me we can't be bothered. Never bothered. That's the lifestyle to adapt to for survival. The Beagle didn't sail to my shore.