When The Binge Watching Struggle Is Real...
The speed at which January is whipping past is absolutely ludacris. Each day, I wake up, sneeze and nek minute, it’s night time and I can see my family flouncing around in their pyjamas... It is highly plausible that the ridiculously quick transition from day to night could perhaps be attributed towards a time warp phenomenon, but it also could be due to another significant, yet well known occurrence - binge watching.
If binge watching became a credited sport in the Olympics, I would be a gold medallist. Hands down. Binge watching a series is one of my guilty pleasures and yes son, I know it ain’t the healthiest hobby to be undergoing, but once in a while, what’s the damage ? I just love the sense of escapism a tv show or movie gives you. A glimpse into an unknown realm involving people with an intriguing story to share. You know you love it too. Come on, just admit it already… HANDS UP IF YOU LOVE BINGE WATCHING! Is your hand up? I thought so…
If binge watching became a credited sport in the Olympics, I would be a gold medallist. Hands down. Binge watching a series is one of my guilty pleasures and yes son, I know it ain’t the healthiest hobby to be undergoing, but once in a while, what’s the damage ? I just love the sense of escapism a tv show or movie gives you. A glimpse into an unknown realm involving people with an intriguing story to share. You know you love it too. Come on, just admit it already… HANDS UP IF YOU LOVE BINGE WATCHING! Is your hand up? I thought so…
It all began when I was having lunch and I popped into mum’s room to say hello (but since we’re more conservative, I probably said something along the lines of ‘wazzzzzup brah’, ‘sup dawg’, or ‘why u no buy cherries?’. And there I found them - mum AND sister, sitting on bed, staring at the tv. Apparently, they were watching a criminal documentary series called “Jinx”. And after one episode, I was insanely hooked….
Our eyes opened and were glued to the screen, there was little social interaction (THANK GOD), hearts racing, desperate yelling of ‘NEXT EPISODE’ when the credits came on and I found out there were mangoes in the fridge (CAN I GET AN AMEN?!?!).
Our eyes opened and were glued to the screen, there was little social interaction (THANK GOD), hearts racing, desperate yelling of ‘NEXT EPISODE’ when the credits came on and I found out there were mangoes in the fridge (CAN I GET AN AMEN?!?!).
I don’t want to spoil it for you, but it’s about a chilling true crime story about this guy names Robert Durst who’s been accused of murdering three people - his wife, neighbour and friend. Robert himself denies that he murdered any of them despite there being enough evidence to suggest that he happened to be in the same area where each murder took place. The documentary goes into detail about the series of events (it does get a bit gory) that involved these three murders, their relationship with Robert Durst and the best part of the series happens in the last episode - when all is revealed and you find out whether or not Rob killed them…. *cue dramatic-ghosty music with a bit of J-Lo to appeal to younger demographic*
Cue 7 hours later… little to no breaks in between episodes, day becoming night, one “NEXT EPISODE” yell too many (we’re sorry neighbours) and finally FINALLY we finished the series. I was relieved that now we could finally live in a peaceful manner, free of the trepidation of longing which consumed us just moments before…
Never trust addictive tv shows, they lure you in like an evil beast.
- Andrea x
Cue 7 hours later… little to no breaks in between episodes, day becoming night, one “NEXT EPISODE” yell too many (we’re sorry neighbours) and finally FINALLY we finished the series. I was relieved that now we could finally live in a peaceful manner, free of the trepidation of longing which consumed us just moments before…
Never trust addictive tv shows, they lure you in like an evil beast.
- Andrea x
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