The Closer, Lie To Me, Navi CIS, Criminal Minds, CSI Las Vegas, Bones, occasionally light-hearted Desperate Housewives, Murder She Wrote, Law & Order, Criminal Intent and – wonderful MONK. When you are at home, without current perspectives, hanging around all day, wondering what you want to do in the future, dwelling upon possible ways to get away from the cruelty of everyday life, you kind of get stuck in a barred labyrinth with no room for escape. You are here. You are back. And you know it is time to get back on your feet; get the paperwork done, find a job, make an effort to adapt. Back to normality. Yet it takes time and some overcoming before you are ready for adaptation.
Hence, to come back to the starting scenario, while you are hanging around all day, dwelling upon possible ways to get away from the cruelty of everyday life, waiting for your family and friends to come home from work and entertain you, you start to escape the joyless labyrinth by hot-air-ballooning out into another world; the virtual counterpart of reality.
So, once you get used to the poor diversity of virtual entertainment, you start picking out the series you like most. For the poor diversity of virtual entertainment, though, there's not much left apart from crime. However, this area of fiction is very much favoured, I conclude, with a most satisfactory assortment of murder investigations, crime scenes, perfectly rouged dead bodies, action-packed persecutions, intelligent integrations, sometimes wild-goose chases, often bullet proof alibis, eloquent dialogues, dramatic intrigues and, not to forget, heart-breaking love declarations. And so a late afternoon goes by with psychopathic personalities, also known as weirdos, and an abundance of blood.
But the effect of enjoyment does not last for long. Two weeks later you will certainly find yourself sweating in your sleep, trying to flee from the world's weirdest weirdos who bother your innocent mind. After a few 'chase-ful' nights you wake on a beautiful, sunny morning, happy to be still alive, and realize what the consequences of your mindless flight out of reality. And you start thinking. What do I want to do in the future?
As for the barred labyrinth still offers no room for escape, though, with no current perspectives and no drive to get back on your feet, you automatically drift to other methods to deal with the time on your hands. By getting creative. By letting the blood flow, emotions grow. The energy gets back, the creativity takes over. You start to embody deep satisfaction. You are all but lying dead in the middle of a crime scene investigation. You go dizzy, you go wild, you live the impossible. You are the painter of your soul, you are the author of your own mind. And this, I assume, is the hopeful beginning of reintegration and adaptation to a human hardship called everyday life...