…eleanor rigsby turns off the tv…

…Eleanor rigby turns off the TV, that TV that has programmed people like her into loneliness, and into watching some idiotic ‘ball drop’ at Times Square in New York City of all places, a nothingness so far removed from her culture and her being 

Instead, she decides to no longer live life vicariously, to no longer be a mere witness in a programmed life, when all life is so very, very brief. She decides to be an active participant in life. She calls a friend who thought she was dead. Another similarly inspired, not heard from friend then calls. Reassured and reinvigorated the sense of loneliness is replaced by the sense of being alone, comfortably alone, but not lonely – if they cannot meet, they realise that doing something (say, reading a book or writing some reminiscence) and listening to music can be still enlivening, at hand, a coffee or a ‘beverage’.

If they can meet, instead of watching some idiotic ‘ball drop’, they socialise, talk and laugh and sing and dance away the evening as many programmed unfortunates remain unaware that all it takes is just one call or a simple hello. Midnight may have come and gone as some would have danced perhaps to James Last or to Stanley Black or to Procul Harum or with merry abandonment to this 

Such an outlook would give the preferred alternative to Eleanor Rigby’s life story. Father McKenzie’s recollection of her funeral would then have been one that was full of laughter and pleasant reminiscing from all – even if he might not have remembered much after the celebrations. 

And so the possibility looms that on every Old Year’s Day/New Year’s Eve most TV screens would, as they should, remain dark and even dusty, and the world would become a friendlier place, where folk, even if alone, were not necessarily lonely. Life will be lived, a fruitful life no longer programmed and controlled by corporate TV and MSM.