Escape

I am completely inundated by escapist pursuits.I listen to my music as an escape from my own emotions by replacing them with a simulation of someone elses.I read books about things that either other people did and I am partaking in their accomplishment in my mind,or about people who never lived and never did the things that they did.I watch movies that are exactly the same way.What is all this,am I defined by the entertainment I consume?Why do I feel like I need the crutch of other people's emotional outpourings?Why does it matter if I'm contented when I use these crutches?