There is no plot - in the traditional sense - but a state is being described that slowly arcs from happy, “They say it will be exciting and it always is,” to intensily sad: her own life has become complicated, “so hard to understand, that I want to watch a different movie… simple and easy to understand.”
Television as a drug, as an escape, is nothing new. What this story lacked, for me, was increasing the depth of her pain, her longing, a hint at why her own life has become too complicated. To tell us it is complicated without describing - or even just suggesting - why it is so, seems to use it as a stock trait of life: difficult, complicated, making us want to escape.
The format of the narration does not really change. She keeps using shows and show details as examples, superfluously to explain why she likes them, but indirectly to tell us what her life lacks. I missed a deeper caring for her situation, I lacked a convincing “truth”, and the repetition of the storytelling format did not help.
I couldn’t help but compare it to “As I stand here ironing”, and unfortunately Davis’ story suffers greatly in the comparison.
