The End of the Media Fast

I never want to do a Media Fast again. It was fine the first few hours. I walked through a park trying not to look at the signs. I saw water filled with pieces of scaly ice. Saw the dramatic shadows tree cast across the snow in the pre-afternoon light, and later a single leaf blowing across a barren landscape. I played sticks (we couldn’t call it Pooh sticks because Pooh is so Media), and sat on a bench looking out at the river. Then, my time at the park was up, and I had to go avoid Media at a media union. I did some preparation for my classes starting up after Spring Break in a simple study room. I tried not to look at the advertisement on my pen. I really did. I also tried not to look at the coffee cup when my sister brought me tea. Later, I went with my sister and helped stripe part of her ceiling. I could not get online to check my grades. I could not check for important e-mails. I was cut off from the world unable to open my eyes when driven through media filled areas (which was everywhere). I wondered what it would like to be blind. I tried to feel how fast the car was going, and not to think media thoughts. I tried. Today was the first day in a long time I’ve thought of McDonalds. In short, I failed at my Media Fast, but the assignment said nothing about succeeding. It can be argued that one of the only ways to avoid Media would be to stand naked in the middle of a wood. For some reason I was unwilling to do this.