I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. It’s just that I’m just not sure if this is working. I mean, I love spending time with you lounging on the couch and listening to all of the amazing things you have to say. Watching you. It’s just that¦. I don’t know.
I guess it’s that I don’t have the time. I was committed for the last three years but I just can’t do it anymore. I really, really like you but I just can’t keep giving so much for you. I rarely see you anymore and I’ve been too busy with other things. It’s just not working.
So I have to say goodbye¦ for now. Let’s just consider it a break, until I’m ready for something like this. I hope you understand. I know it’s cliche but it’s me, not you. Really.
Maybe I can still see you at a friend’s house if that would be ok with you. This isn’t easy for me, but I know it’s for the best.
I’ll miss you.
This is an excerpt from a conversation that took place in my head. It was a mental-chat I had with The Food Network.
After writing many checks to Comcast to access this channel only, I realized that I just couldn’t do it anymore. I love the channel dearly, I had to say goodbye. I rarely watch TV anymore I am not able to justify my cable bill for a few hours, here and there, of yummy television.
I will still have The Food Network website to comfort me. And yes, I will now be THAT girl when I come over. You know, flipping back and forth from what we are watching to catch a glimpse of food programs that you don’t want to watch in order to get my foodie-TV fix.
I apologize to my friends in advance… but you’ve enjoyed it when I’ve made you watch it with me before. Right?
Farewell Food Network.
The final dish: I’ll really miss you Iron Chef. I’ll miss you the most Ham on the Street. Maybe when and if I get a higher paying job we can finally be together ¦forever.