There is no denying the fact that I have a problem. My friends know it, my family knows it, everyone I encounter knows it (OK maybe not everyone, but you get the point).
I am a Netflix addict.
I’m addicted to watching love. I’m addicted to watching friendship. I’m addicted to watching heartache, and lust. I’m addicted to watching family. I’m just addicted to it all.
At any given time, you will find me looking for a new show to watch, or binge watching something, not moving from my bed for hours at a time. This is a problem. I just love the invention of Netflix. At any given time, you can log in to this marvelous website, search the vast amount of television shows or movies they have, and just dive into a world outside of your own. Can you tell I’m single yet?
Did you know that in 2015, 42.5 hours were logged streaming shows or movies on Netflix? That is a lot of Grey’s Anatomy or Making a Murderer, if I do say myself.
Before Netflix, I barely watched TV, or even movies on my own free time. I’d spend it doing homework, or taking naps. Now, that is not the case, as I have the “one more episode” blues, keep myself up until 2 a.m. finishing a season. Yes, we’ve all been there, don’t lie to yourself… I purposefully fit time into my day to catch up on my shows. By ‘catch up’, I mean nothing. I am not catching up to anything, I am binge watching.
It’s not that I need to watch television, it’s that I get SO invested in the plot-lines of the shows I watch, that it is too addicting to stop. Don’t think for a second I haven’t tried to get to sleep at a reasonable time, but had to finish watching what happened to Nathan and Lucas Scott and the rest of the Tree Hill Ravens in One Tree Hill, or a surgery done by Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy. I just can’t stop.
I live vicariously through the shows I watch—the love scenes, the happy friend groups, the confidence of main characters.
I love my life, trust me, I do; but sometimes it’s fun to live in the eyes of a show and see what they see. (Yes, I know they’re fictional, but come on, so is Santa Claus and we still believed he was real for 8-10 years of our lives).
The $7.99 I pay a month for the unlimited amount of hours and streaming I do is completely worth it, and some may beg to differ, but don’t argue with me—I’d pay that any day for like 45 minutes of joy.
At this point, you may be thinking I don’t have a life. That’s not completely true—I do. I mean, at this point in the year, with it being winter and all, I’d much rather stay in on a Thursday night and watch Friday Night Lights, than go out and face the lights, the bar scene, and money I’m about to spend on vodka sodas. It all seems so pointless when you have a nice warm bed, and a TV. Some people may say that the life of a college senior won’t be here forever, and that I should always go out when I have the chance, but that person must not realize that binge watching Netflix forever isn’t going to be acceptable either; come on people get with it.
I always have a show to watch—you should see “My List” category on my profile; it is endless. I show hop from one to another, with no shame in the world. After a show I will feel denial (yes, I’m still thinking about you OTH), but not for long. Not w
hen 61% of Netflix users binge watch shows anyways. We’re all in this together, *cue HSM and Troy Bolton.
Share your password; everyone is doing it. Let others enjoy the pure satisfaction of binge watching your favorite drama show. Or get together and watch it together; everyone’s heard of ‘Netflix and Chill’, right?
OK, if you didn’t get it yet, I’m single (and it’s OK, because there is Netflix) *praise hands emoji*
xxx- Meghan
Meghan Zimbler 