Occupied by Nonsense

As a child, I had encyclopedic knowledge of the major sports, playing and knowing not only detailed strategies, but also current and historic players. Each morning I picked up the newspaper and went over box scores to understand the details of what had transpired the day before.

One day in my early teens I tried a thought experiment to consider the consequences of my local team winning 100 to 0 or losing 0 to 100. Both outcomes were the same in that they didn't matter in any way. The commotion about the game was just a lure to watch worthless drivel.

The real world consequences turned out to be the lost time tracking silly games. They were simulations without any consequences, just like all entertainment products. They contained neither information nor purpose, existing only to consume by distraction.

This realization made the word fan repulsive, as a fan was a droid who cheered for balls being moved or a trivial celebrity utterance. Paying attention to such things wasted precious hours on nonsense.

I quit cold turkey.