My roommate and I typically binge on certain television series of Netflix. Maybe it’s because we live in Georgia and don’t really know too many people. Since we’re both out of college and the service industry, and our town has about 3 bars which seem to be mostly flooded with 21 year olds, the whole friend making process has been slightly slow. Or maybe we binge watch Netflix series because we’re like the rest of America.
We’ll get so into a show that we’ll have our whole after-work night routines planned out for weeks and weeks, season after season of the series. He’ll get home from work around 6:30-ish, walk into the house, and we’ll discuss what we’re cooking for dinner. I’m teaching him how to cook, so after we decide, he’ll jump in the shower and I’ll do the basic prep work: pre-heat the oven, pull out the cutting boards, gather all the ingredients and seasonings, and put on Spotify.
Then we’ll cook whatever amazing gourmet meal we have decided on; and I’m not even joking here, I’m actually a really great cook and I’m so happy that I am. Then we turn on our show on whichever episode we left off on, set the table, and settle in for the rest of the evening. We’ll get so obsessed with a series and we’ll talk about how we’re going to watch all six seasons. We’ll complete this routine day after day and put a serious dent into whichever show we have dedicated our extra time towards.
The series becomes our favorite. We know all the characters and their quirks, we know the plot line, we recognize the foreshadowing, and the reappearance of characters in season 3 who briefly were introduced in the first episode of season 1. We know the in’s and out’s of it. It becomes a part of our daily lives. We love it so much, we force ourselves to stay awake just to fit in one or two more episodes when we’d normally pass out hours earlier. We’re committed to finishing it all the way until the season finale. Judging from the time spent and from the outside looking in, a lot of people would bet for us and the success of our Netflix series.
But something always happens.
It’s like we’ll be going strong and then something comes up that will throw us off course, off our routine, and then it’s like we’ve forgotten about our commitment. The series that we were so familiar with and that was made a part of our daily lives, just stops. Unfinished. Slowly forgotten. Time spent becomes time wasted. The details and remembrance of those details becomes a waste of memory. Knowing this character’s voice, their habits, their sense of humor, and all their other traits becomes pointless. Learning all of that stuff from the beginning becomes unimportant and insignificant. All it does is remind you of future characters in future series of future shows that you’ll make the same commitment to finishing, start off strong, and slowly forget about after something throws you off course and breaks your routine and excitement towards that main character, his jokes, and his traits.
Does anybody ever finish a Netflix series these days?… I highly doubt it.
I guess maybe it’s time to go back to books. I always was able to finish those.