Possibly so. Maybe lazy, maybe just excessively conformist... and who needs imagination if you're merely repeating something that has already been done a bajillion times?
Sometimes I take a moment of gratitude for having grown up in the era of books... we'd read endlessly, and HAVE to imagine what was going on; what the people and places looked like.
Me too, friend.
For me -every Saturday morning was couple of hours exploring my library.
It was true quality time.