So what is COMPELLING to me?
I think in order for something to be COMPELLING, I have to be able to relate to it.
I have to be able to connect to a story to find it COMPELLING.
Why do I like certain movies?
Why do I read the books that I read?
Why do I follow certain people in my never ending quest for personal growth?
Because I find them COMPELLING.
I don't watch as much sports as I once did.
I have chosen to not invest the emotional energy that I once spent on this.
(It truly can be an emotional drain!)
I don't read fiction.
The story might be nice, however, when I take the time to read, I want inspiration for not distraction from the real world.
There are times when I will let the television numb my mind.
I would never binge watch a series or get so hooked on a show that I would a) record it or b) set my schedule around an air time.
I can't imagine anything either cable or the networks would have to offer that would grab me in that way.
I used too believe that there must be something wrong with me for not buying into all of that sort of stuff.
Soap operas?
Who shot JR?
Even the standings of my favorite teams?
Does any of this really matter to me?
(The answer is no!)
My real interests lie in those things which will and can make a difference in my life and in the lives of those I care about.
I do have to caution myself at times. 
Misery loves company. 
It's way too easy to find some one's tales of woe COMPELLING.
While it may seem flip or uncaring of me, I will often choose to turn off when that cursed house of tragedy's door flies open in front of me.
When I hear these stories I always turn from that doorway and look for the window of opportunity.
Opportunity is COMPELLING.
It's hard to describe what is compelling.
One thing I do know is I know it when I feel it.