Why I Like Jerry Springer

I feel like a thousand people are about to [x] out of my blog after reading just the blog title. But it’s true, I legitimately enjoy watching Jerry Springer on some level. Yeah, it’s twisted, I know. Judge away!–but first, let me explain.

go to a jerry springer show, it would be the experience of my life

Dislaimer: I don’t agree with most things on the show and I doubt you do either.  I think most sane people feel the same way. It shows way too screwed up relationships and yeah, I do feel sorry for the guests on the show.

But here’s the tricky part: as much as I want to hate the show, I can’t. Every time a girl brings in a cheating boyfriend and yells at him, I get a small amount of satisfaction. I somehow get pleasure out of watching people get things out in the open and stand up for themselves when they’ve been wronged.

Ignoring all the slapping and swearing and et cetera, if we could all be that honest all the time, wouldn’t we be happier?

Awhile ago, the boy and I had a bit of an argument. There was something that was bothering me for a little while but I kept ignoring it because I didn’t want to argue about it. So I just stuffed it down deep and didn’t say anything. But then later, after something little he said, I got mad. It all comes out sometime. And because I let it build, I was upset enough about it that it was hard to discuss like mature people and it came out as an attack on him.

Once we had come to an agreement, he just asked me why I didn’t tell him. And that’s a hard question, why we aren’t honest.

Is it because I’m afraid of making things uncomfortable, I just want peace or am I just self-centered? I don’t know the answer.

Pretty intense episode of Jerry Springer, lol.

Get yourself a giggle out of this “brutal betrayal”.

When I think about it, my dishonesty is everywhere, and with all honesty, yours probably is too. Not straight up lies, but we sugarcoat, we tame things down or leave out important information. In the example I just mentioned, I withheld something important deliberately. I try not to, but I’m human and I do lie more than I would care to admit. But then really, am I not almost continually lying?

A customer at work (I scoop ice cream) last night asked me how I was. And I answered with my standard, “I’m good, how are you?” little spiel. But in truth, my head hurt, we were severely understaffed, I had just cut my hand on the shake blender (those suckers are weapons, I tell you) minutes before. I wanted advil and a nap, not to make four chocolate peanut butter banana shakes.

But would it really have been acceptable to answer with that? Even politely, to say “It’s been a long night; I’m a bit stresed”? I doubt anyone would like that. I think most people would be caught off guard and at least slightly uncomfortable. Because when people ask how you’re doing, a huge percentage of the time, they don’t care about your answer. And we know this.

And I can’t wrap this post up with an answer as to why we treat each other the way we do; I’m guilty of the same. But I just had to get that off my chest and I think it’s worth recognizing that our small dishonest moments change the way we treat other people and by extension, the happiness of people around us.

Be honest–do you watch Jerry Springer? Are you totally judging me? And you deserve a prize for reading this whole thing. Props to you.


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