March 19, 2018

Netflix Nervosa

Remember the days when you would have to schedule to watch your
favourite show AND have to get up to turn the channel (with only 12
channels to choose from?). I mean, how did we survive?
I tend to joke about it, I love to talk about it, but I'm starting to wonder if I should be concerned about it.  I'm talking about my relationship with Netflix.  After a long day or exhausting week, there is only one thought that can keep me intact like nothing else and that is the thought of curling up on the couch with my furry comforter and coffee while I binge on the latest AMAZING Netflix series.  Last week it was Broadchurch, the week before the Grace & Frankie.  Last year (about this time....) it was finally sitting down with Orange is the New Black (and I'm starting to get hopeful it's coming back).

If the marker for addiction is an increased tolerance (having to watch more for the same calming and euphoric effect) in addition to feelings of anxiety when forced to turn off the TV then I don't believe I have a problem.  If choosing Netflix over having to go out and face the world on the weekend is bad I don't want to be good. I mean, where do you draw the line between passion and addiction? Do I use Netflix as a coping mechanism for stress, anxiety, and all the other ugly feelings? Maybe. Do I use Netflix to procrastinate about doing the things I don't want to do? Sure.  Would I rather watch The Office than socializing with people? Okay. But does that make me a bad person ?   No....but maybe one that is self medicating with the latest streaming of the second season of The Santa Clarita Diet (coming on March 23!!!!).

We hear of people binging on Netflix or other streaming providers (Prime's pretty good) and we chuckle or poke fun, but should we be more concerned? If I spent the time writing that book I've been working on forever, rather than watching one episode of Stranger Things after another, I'd be published and on the road to fame and fortune (or so I would like to believe). I guess it's more comfy to blame Netflix for my lack of success than on myself.

Now that spring is here (at least on the south part of British Columbia), I do find I would rather be outside than on the couch, but I know that by the end of August, I will be panting for those rainy, stormy days spent inside, on the couch, with a coffee, and the next season of whatever amazing show I can't get enough of.

That's all I got.


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