Weeds

I live my life vicariously through anyone I can find.  My day to day is divided into 30 minute segments detailing the lives of others that aren't true.  The lives I experience are pure entertainment, not the lives of real men, no, but silver-screened devils.  And this life I live, this life of others, is it new?  I think it's a problem, but is it unique?  I may be a degenerate, but  does my ego inflate even that?  So, it's a drug-dealing housewife that I know very well, and if not her, it's a computer generated space delivery boy.  Is this new? Is this novel?  Or did a farm boy years ago dream of Attila?