A Moment in My Life – Wednesday, January 20, 2021
How long can it last? It could last for as long as it can. Wouldn’t it be nice if something you enjoy could last forever? It sure would be nice, wouldn’t it? Alas, time and time again, I am reminded that nothing lasts forever. There is a time and place for everything. I’ve been a faithful viewer of the daytime talk show, The Talk, for, give or take, about seven years. From Wikipedia: “They discuss the latest headlines, current events, and human-interest stories while engaging in open conversation.” I was drawn to this show because of the dynamics between the cohosts. It had a girlfriend’s coffeetime feel to it, and I was craving that kind of relationship. These ladies spoke their minds with kindness and respect for each other’s views. I respected these ladies because they provided a balance in their responses to each topic. At times, they agreed to disagree in kindness and left me with food for thought. Observing these ladies communicate with each other taught me to be a better girlfriend.
I was never into keeping up with the news, but these ladies kept me entuned with what people were doing and what was going on in the world. The celebrity guests were a bonus, which kept me coming back for more sneak previews and behind-the-scenes scoops from my favorite TV shows and getting to know the celebrity better. They provided spectacular giveaways and neat product promotions at knock-your-socks-off prices. The ladies annually took to a challenge where no one has gone before, like come out in front of the camera with no makeup for that episode’s duration. They challenged themselves against their fears, like Sheryl lying in an enclosed case with snakes for a certain amount of time. They showcased their talents by performing as their favorite singers. I’ve been there with them through their trials and celebrations as they shared their lives openly with us over the years. I cheered them on in their happy moments, rooted them on, supported them, and cried along with them when they were hurting. It felt like I was taking a daily coffee break with my girlfriends. I looked forward to joining my friends every day. I made time for them.
I would always make time for my girlfriends. With that said, there are times when we need to know when to move on. If it is no longer healthy to continue being with someone, then it’s time. Like in any relationship, if it’s no longer the right place to be in, then we need to do something about it. I’m a fixer. I would always strive to fix the relationship to avoid calling it quits. In this case, it is entirely out of my control, and my only recourse is to stay or leave.
This show has seen many cohosts transition in and out. The dynamics changed. They are no longer following the initial theme. It appears they speak way too freely and openly, which could be a good thing, but in this case, it’s damaging. There is no longer any balancing of views. They don’t seem concerned that they might cause a division among their viewers, and that’s sad. It’s their view or no view. I am not political, and I don’t care for hurting feelings just to be doing it, either. They need to exercise wisdom in knowing when to say or not say something. I see the direction they are going, and that makes me sad. I tried to look beyond the political attacks, but it kept coming. I honestly believe they could share their views without bashing. Once aggression became the theme, I realized that I couldn’t stay any longer. Staying meant I permit them to be hurtful, disrespectful, and inconsiderate towards people who don’t share their views. I hope one day they will gain wisdom to realize this and do damage control before it’s too late, but for me, I had enough with The Talk.