The Junkyard-1

Well, it had to happen.  We will soon be able to view a new reality series entitled  'Celebrity Nightmares'. I can't wait.  Does this mean that if I dream of driving off a cliff and Julia Roberts dreams of driving off a cliff, the meanings will be different because of the celebrity experience?  Or, perhaps I will watch and discover that my dream as shared by a celebrity is actually a prophetic vision of the future.  I have to admit that I am not a reality show fan.  I have managed to avoid every single one of them without feeling any loss  whatsoever.  I don't care who can survive in the Amazon jungle on raw snake meat, I don't care who can find a marriage partner or why they did it and I have to confess that I don't even recognize half of the 'celebrities' pictured in my latest People magazine because they all appear to be famous on a reality show.  I do know who Kate Gosselin is but you would have to be deaf, dumb and blind to not know who she is.   I am not sure if my lack of interest makes me an insensitive clod, a hopelessly unhip viewer or just someone who is watching cable instead.  I do know I will never feel inadequate after watching someone on this type of show obtain some unreachable goal and maybe that is why I don't watch.  I like my reality just the way it is,