Snookie-K here, reporting for SWITCH. duty. Yes, snooki Karad as in the “Jersey Shore” persona. Mind you, I do not embody all snooki-esque characteristics but I do have my moments. Nonetheless, my dear friends and colleagues have deemed me as such…so, what the hell. I’ll run with it…
To most of us, reality TV shows have become an unexplainably enjoyable guilty pleasure of sorts. Truthfully, regardless of how intellectually sophisticated any of us students of THE University claim we are, a dose of mindless television is not only ridiculously entertaining but can also simulate a much-needed retreat from that 800-page biology book to be memorized by spring break. So go ahead, name your poison–I won’t judge–whether it’s “For the Love of Ray J,” “Bad Girls Club,” “Keeping Up with the Kardashians,” “Flavor of Love,” “Jersey Shore”… I mean who doesn’t enjoy watching scripted drama unravel as ignorant partakers play along for the sake of reality (which nowadays is a synonym for attention prostitution). Come on…you can’t expect me to ACTUALLY believe anyone would spit in another’s face for a chance at “LOVE” with Flavor Flav?
Now with that said, most of these shows, at the very core, often sacrifice dignity and self-respect in the name of TV ratings. While shameless behavior is indeed hilarious, it’s a poor reflection of the human spirit and intern damages the integrity of our society. Well, fear not loyal reality enthusiast, “The Buried Life” has arrived.
For those of you who have yet to discover this MTV masterpiece, the show depicts the journey of four young men on an epic quest driving cross-country to prove that anything is possible. Armed with a list of 100 dreams, ranging from kissing Megan Fox to asking out the girl of your dreams to delivering a baby. And if that wasn’t enough, for each dream they cross of their list, the group will help a stranger accomplish something on theirs. A couple episodes ago, the boys made it possible for a complete stranger and Hurricane Katrina victim to finally visit her deceased mother’s grave. Lacking both the means and funds, she was never been able to properly say goodbye. The Buried clan made it possible. Now that’s true human compassion and quite honestly one of the most inspiring shows I’ve ever watched. MTV finally got something right.
So in the name of inspiration: I dare you all to take a minute and answer this question: If you had one more day to live, what would you do?
–Now make a list (I don’t care if you keep it, tuck it away or toss it into that backpack you won’t pick up until finals)–just do it and promise yourself one thing: Try to do accomplish at least one of those meticulously ambitious goals.
Yes, this prompts a bit of soul searching, but what do you have to lose? Go ahead and ask out that girl you can’t keep your mind off of, take off and live overseas for a year, run a marathon…the possibilities are endless. Then pass it on and inspire someone else to do the same. When it’s all said and done, would you rather have more “should-haves” than “at least I tried”?
No Regrets. That’s the key to life.