Pscates, if it's any consolation, I do have same quirk of insisting for a booth/table that give me a good view, and generally have my back up the wall, just so I know nobody will be standing behind me. Though, I suspect this is driven by necessity.
And, yeah, death to Televisions!
I wonder if anyone else once thought everything, including inaminate objects, had feelings? I remember crying as a kid if I broke something because I thought I hurt it in literal sense, and felt terribly guilty about throwing away old junk, much to my mom's chagrin. I got older and knew better but always wondered if I was only one who did that.