My Secret Shame. . .

I have something I want to say, no matter how hard it is. It's a problem of mine, a problem shared by millions of Americans. It all started so innocently about a month ago or so. It's a trend that has become popular within the last few years. Even as long as five years ago, I dabbled a little, but it never got to be an addiction. I could always quit whenever I wanted, no problem. And when I did partake, I kept it a secret - no one knew. Or I did it when other people were doing it, engaging socially, if you will. But a mere month ago all that changed. I started slow, saying I would stop and no one would be the wiser. I laughed it off. Now, it's a full fledged addiction. I lost two hours on Tuesday. I lost another two hours this evening. And I feel like I have to reach out to someone, see if I can get some help. I know I'll be back at it tomorrow though.

That's right, I watch American Idol. I'm so ashamed. I have jumped on the band wagon with total and utter abandon. I know the contestant's names. I root for a few of my favorites. I bash Paula Abdul and cheer Simon. I'm hoping that now it's out in the open, I can move on, quit being ashamed. Everyone else is watching it, right? It's just good to know I'm not alone. *sniff*sniff*