A Dear John to cable

Dear cable:

You have been a very comforting friend in my time in need. Over the past few years you have helped me get through some very tough times when I was down. Always ready to give when I needed to forget my sadness. You provided escape in your classic movies and lifted me up with your simple minded sitcoms. For the longest time I found refuge in your Cartoon Network and Comedy Central. Sure, I didn't like some of the people you hung with, your political "experts", "reality TV", and morning shows, but you never forced them upon me. Always letting me turn away without question or judgement. Most of our time together was happy, or at least happy relative to what much of my time not spent with you over these past few years was. All of this you provided to me for a mere $50 per month, or so I thought.

The horizon I looked to over this time has changed. I have taken a hard look at my own life and now see that our relationship has grown complicated and unhealthy. In our time together, I became a bit too comfortable in your company. I gradually watched my waist broaden, my step become slow. The laboriously sharp honed edges of my mind became dull, and as days turned to months, followed by months turning to years I find myself wondering what happened to the precious time, of which we are granted so little?

Now I grow so very weary of the once glorious and welcome numbness that you provided me. I long for the days of joy and pain provided of my own design, not by your network programmers. The time has come when we find ourselves on divergent paths. The refuge that you once offered has metamorphasized into a prison.

Mourn not, dear cable, for this great country of ours finds itself in an economic recession, providing so many other opportunies for you to offer the same comfort to so many countless people in need of the very same services that you offered me.

Do not worry for me. I have my own ambitions again. Now I will move forward, reinvigorated and prepared to discover literature new to me and remaster the fine art of conversation which used to be such a great passions of mine, but have too long been neglected in my own self-loathing and bouts of melancholy for days best left in the past.

Tomorrow I will sever our relationship, dearest cable. Fear not, for you shall be in my memories. If ever I need you again I will call upon you, for I know that you shall be patiently waiting, never holding a grudge with any embitterment or malice. Maybe one day we may meet again as a result of happy circumstance. Think of it, cable, there may be a woman in my life one fine day that demands your company, or children that yearn for your Sesame Street and Sponge Bob offerings. Sadly, we may also meet again in darker times when I seek out your sweet and seductive embrace. Either way, this is probably not goodbye, just two close companions, each wishing the other to fare well.

I shall always remember fondly our glorious time together, and write the history of our excesses and misdeeds in the sand to be washed away forever.

Yours,

Dale