"Sometimes the dick eats you..."

     I would consider myself an avid watcher of things. These things include but are not limited to, television, film, peoples, nature and I guess whatever the hell else it is you could actually watch. While I actually do enjoy various entities that exist within these mediums,  often times I find myself watching things I am certain I have no vested interest in.
     Case in point, I am currently watching the 2011 suspense/drama "The Roomate" in which Derek Jeter's former girlfriend is tormented by her psychotic college roomate, played by the not so hot one from "Gossip Girl" . (It should be dually noted that famed boat-jerk Billy Zane briefly appears in this movie as well)
     While anyone with half a brain could see that this movie is a flaming pile of shit from at least a mile away, there is a very strange part of me that feels compelled to watch this sort of train wreck even though I'm fully aware of the end result. Does this make me some sort of idiot-voyeur who gets off wayching things he fully knows he will not benefit from? While that question is supposed to be somewhat rhetorical,  the answer in short is yes.
     I may never know why my brain works the way it does and I will probably spend the rest of my life trying to figure that out in a tireless effort of self-deconstruction. This may be a pointless and albeit arduous task, but someone's gotta figure me out,  right?