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I’m beginning to find that toward the end of the day I don’t like TV. I’m not sure if it is a dislike for the “this person did thus and so to that person” and the “lets watch all the sick pets” and that crazy alligator hunter from Australia or if my mind gets to the point where it does not want any more stuff shoved into it. Am I losing my ability to cope with the high action, blood and gore that seem to be the standard fare on TV these days? Even Bugs Bunny and Elmer tends to make me wince. Am I finally turning into what I disliked most about my parents? Am I developing a low tolerance for high-energy people and activities? Please, tell me there is a cure for this!