Dear Netflix,
I feel like we have had this conversation before. The one where you
decide to invade my studying time and tempt me with your endless possibilities. Well, I know I am weak-willed enough to fall for it.
Sometimes, Netflix, I feel like you really get me. All of my favorite shows and movies are on demand, and my homework can wait. After all, “Once Upon A Time” is worth the binge watching so I can actually understand what my friends are talking about. Whenever you suggest other titles, I feel like you really get me. When I’m watching a comedy, you instead suggest to me “The Bucket List” so I then cry for hours.
Sometimes, Netflix, you’re so far in left field that you suggest something I’d never watch, but watch it anyway because I have nothing better to do. Rather I should say something I don’t want to start yet. Your algorithms won’t align our stars properly, and I’ll have to keep searching through the titles until I feel inspired.
Sometimes, you’re a matchmaker in heaven. It’s like, you know I want to waste time, so you give me these shows that are only six seasons, twelve episodes each, long that I can easily do nothing for a whole weekend. Who needs human interactions when I’ve got you, Netflix?
I love you, Netflix, but I feel like we need some time apart. We’ve been spending so much time together. Not that I didn’t want to, since I am the one that presses the start button. It’s a way for me to relax, sure, but relaxing for more than eight hours and completely neglecting, or flat out forgetting, an important assignment. I need to give others some attention, like Hulu or Youtube.
Oh, Netflix, how could we possibly be apart? Well, we really aren’t. Not when your application is on my smart phone and you’re downloaded to my computer, tablet, and/or e-reader. Plus with all of my friends reminding me of your existence, I couldn’t possibly forget about you.
Netflix is a way to watch movies I need to for class. Sure I can watch that foreign film I need for my GNED class, but first I think I’ll watch some “Breaking Bad” and maybe a little “Project Runway.” Just one more episode usually translates into three hours later when I’m with you, Netflix.
Thanks, Netflix, for without you I wouldn’t be able to survive breakups, delaying discussion posts, or avoid talking with actual people.
Hugs and kisses, College Students
