Anyone else just completely over Netflix and chill?
I am.
Gone are my days of rushing to get the kids fed and in bed before enjoying an episode of Eastie’s.
Every week night was precisely mapped out to fit in my weekly soap drama addiction. Hey, it gave me routine! It also gave me something to chat shit about on the school run in between gossiping about who’s shagging who.
Now, the gossiping days ended more likely because a) I moved miles away from my city bitch life, and b) when your kids grow up and start taking themselves to school, you are flying solo in the school socials department.
He did it.
When I met my now husband, I lost interest in soaps. Well, he never really liked them and eager to impress and spend every fucking moment being happy with him, I too lost interest.
We were all about movie nights and much ups. Binges on seasons of The Walking Dead or Big Bang Theory. All for Netflix.
Alas, those ‘ nights’ became days. The days into weeks and the weeks into a three stone weight gain and utter dissatisfaction with the offerings of my multiple streaming subscriptions.
The Rona.
In came the pandemic and any ounce of hope I had for finding an interesting watch on tv, was maxed out. It also became clear that I had overindulged so much with subscriptions, I was spoiled. Too much choice to handle.
I am fucking bored. I am fed up of the same old shit. There is nothing that stimulates my mind. If anything, I am left with serious anxiety about what ghosts will be haunting me or, a fear of robots taking over. Even still, a feeling that everything is doom, gloom and weird as fuck. My overactive mind and tv offerings do not make a good team.
Am I just getting mature?
I mean old. Am I just getting old. obviously I wouldn’t want to offend any ageing reader nor come across naive and a bit of a dipstick by implying I feel old at thirty four years of age. But let’s face it, I’m not getting any younger.
What is this dissatisfaction all about? It could be a phase actually now that I think about it. Pure avoidance behaviour. Remember when I said I had an overactive mind?
I am sure life was simpler when I had channels 1-4. Channel 5 was a major upgrade.
The void.
Maybe I’ve spent so many years watching tv in a bid to subconsciously fill a void. I know for sure that even now, learning to be content in life is a constant effort. I lose 70% of the time.
Maybe it offered an escape? Perhaps. It’s no secret that living in the now has been hard for me. Again, 70% loss with that one.
Just be.
I don’t know. I also don’t think I am alone in my utter disappointment in tv today.
It could be a simple as my very changing and evolving being is very much starting to live in the now. It could be that I no longer want to be distracted. That would mean great growth no?
It also could just be that actually, TV is fucking shit.
Peace.
Sarah Moloney 2021
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