Last night, I had the pleasure of sharing company with Rachel and Peter for an evening of Karaoke. Which was more fun than I'd expected, I might add. Rachel managed to get me up on stage for a song, which I need to commend her for because I swore up and down a long time ago I would never, ever sing in a Karaoke bar. So she has done the impossible, as far as I'm concerned.
I had an interesting chat with Peter, who has a lot more knowledge of the who's and where's of the writing/producing biz than I do. We got to talking about vices, after several drinks - and he inquired what mine were. Alcohol? Not really. Drugs? Nope. Food? Well, sometimes. But no. Sex? Love it - but no. Not a vice.
We went on to chat about other things for awhile, and I pushed this question to the back of my mind to let it simmer. I do like alcohol, and on occasion will have a drink for self-medicating purposes, but it's definitely not a regular thing and no, it doesn't keep me going. Same goes for food. Sex is wholly different when you're in a relationship. It's part of that relationship. I suspect people who self medicate (for lack of a better expression) through sex are of the single variety, who can sleep with whom they choose and when.
Later in the evening, as the conversations were winding down, we chatted about what it's like to write - and what it's like to collaborate with others. And then it struck me: when you're working with a group of people, breaking story, and there's an "Ahah!" moment, and you all know you've stumbled on the golden ticket. That rush of adrenaline, and feelings of accomplishment and extreme satisfaction, and togetherness as a creative team.
THAT is my vice. It may not be lewd, or lascivious, but it is immensely satisfactory and gratifying in an almost inappropriate way. And that is why I want to work in television, folks. Because I need that feeling. Without it, I am a very sad panda.
And there you have it.