So, I recently decided I'd like to make the jump from my old 2015 55" Samsung 9000 series to an OLED set. I listed it on LetGo, selling it for a cool $500 and moved along, however I didn't feel an immediate urge to purchase a new set after remembering how exhausted I was of the awful, unwholesome and vulgar direction in programming everything has seemed to take. I started looking at my living room, and for some reason I decided to invest in beautiful plants, somehow donated my tv stand, and filled that space with lush greens. After about a three week detox from staring at a giant, backlit window, my quality of life began improving. I was always moving around, picking up new hobbies such as painting, diving deeper into my piano practice, reading books that I had bought but never opened, spending time in the mountains... Now two months later I have reflected on how much time I've wasted binge watching utter junk in the past, almost to the point of pitying my friends that continue to waste an unbelievable amount of time watching other people having fun or experiencing life, just as I had up until just two months ago. I keep asking myself, "Am I missing out?" "No," a voice continues to respond in the back of my head. Netflix, Hulu, HBO, news... All GONE. Truly independent thought, reborn. My depression disappeared. I fell in love with sweating again. My mind no longer has a clouding fog. I rarely sit between 5am, when I now wake up with no alarm, to 11pm, when my body now tells me its time to go to sleep and somehow, with so many wholesome, fulfilling activities, I still feel like there's not enough time in the day. I somehow put down cigarettes and never picked them back up. I sleep like a rock. Mind blown. This never happened when I owned a television. With my productivity through the roof, I'm blown away, and then I remember that word... "Programming." I was a reflection of countless junk (read: exceedingly popular) productions, no matter how funny, shocking, or twisted the programming became, as it continues to do. Now, much of what I can observe in others I can connect to what they inflate their minds with. It knots my stomach. And I think of my friends, spending 4-6 hours a day in front of a television. I think of my family, my coworkers, my acquaintances... All seemingly willing to spend multiple hours filling their minds with fantasy and fiction, with little to no activity otherwise, outside of their careers and weekend drinking sprees. What kind of a quality of life is that? What the hell is going on with this world? Did I escape a life behind virtual bars? Am I alone? Can anybody relate to this? Has anybody gotten rid of their television, only to find that they're turning into the best version of themselves? Who else has their virtual reality glasses turned off, and how has it improved your lives? I'd like to hear from you.