The Magretville Dance- The Prize Fighter Inferno

I think that old saying or philosophy, people can't look away from a train crash, absolutely applies to me. I don't know why, but I find myself obsessed with watching suffering and ultimate lows. Okay, so today is Monday. Tonight on A&E is Intervention. I get so sucked into this show, to see how people can live the way they do, consumed by a drug, alcohol, OCD, or eating disorder. I would like to think I watch it because I want to see them fight the addiction and come out on top, which I do. But I honestly think I like gawking at their pain and wondering what it must be like to be in that place. Then after that is this new show I found called "I Survived" where people talk about being trapped in a blizzard, stabbed 25 times, being held hostage, or any other horrible circumstance you can think of. Sure, their stories are interesting and heroic enough, but that's not why I like the show. I like to imagine what the hell that would feel like, physically, emotionally. Because, let's be honest, I'm petrified to actually go through any of that by myself. So if I watch and listen, I can still get an idea of it without having to feel it full fledged.

And Thursdays have Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew on VH1. Of course I love this show. It's basically Intervention but with familiar faces. But I do have to say, I feel like I have some kind of humanity when I watch Steven Adler, the original drummer from Guns and Roses. He is so hurt and torn and practically gone, I feel for him so much. He is definitely my favorite person on the show. I usually text Bob when I watch this. We make fun of Gary Busey and Tawney's cheek bones and lips. But damnit, when Steven Adler comes on, I'm completely in it. I just feel so so badly for him. When he talks about his mother dropping all of his belongings out on the side of the street and changing the locks when he was only 11 years old, how he cries saying he wants his best friend Slash back, his droopy lower lip. I don't know. I get sucked in, I watch, I am the numb American. Ta-da. But look how damn cute he was. You know home boy pulled mad ass back in the day.



So if you've never heard this song, the title of my blog, you need to look it up. Coheed's lead singer did a side project and there it is: The Prize Fighter Inferno. Totally different, totally fun, be open minded. Anyway, there's a part of this song when the lines "Is this the way you, is this the way you, is this the way you watch the body die"

And I guess I just took it as a simple line of a song until now. Well, I mean, just look! I watch the body die through Intervention and Celebrity Rehab every Monday and Thursday. Is this fascination with decay the thing that makes me desensitized or human?