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Me, the Addict

                             



by The Urban Blabbermouth
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I have been binging on Netflix.  Oh it's terrible, a bad habit I cannot resist.  I am addicted to Netflix.

I have sat in my living room, in my bedroom, in my dining room, in every room with a TV,  watching episodes after episode of my favorite TV shows on Netflix.  I have a tablet so I have watched Netflix in the bathroom.  It is so addictive.

What makes Netflix so wonderful and so addictive is that you can watch your favorite TV show without commercials, without having to wait for a week between episodes, and you can watch continuously for hours and hours.  If an episode starts to bore me, I can immediately leave it and go the next episode.  And, when I cannot stand to watch any more episodes of one TV show, I can switch to the next TV show and start all over again.  I never have to leave my TV.  I can watch all five years of any show in one sitting.  It is so fabulous.

I have some of the classic symptoms of addiction.  My housework is getting done so slowly as I am watching Netflix as I work.  I have to  stop working as I get absorbed in the crucial moments of each episode.  The recycling cans/bottles keep piling up untouched in the kitchen.

I have turned on Netflix first thing in the morning as I prepare coffee and breakfast.  I watch at dinner time too.  I guess that I am eating slowly too.  That, though, is a good thing as I can lose some weight.  My employer must know about my addiction as the company's internet firewall now blocks Netflix.

So what am I watching? Well, Chuck, Switched at Birth, Scandal, and the like.  Not very manly, I know.  I have to go back to the beginning.  It is my beloved wife who had the initial subscription to Netflix.  She would watch her favorite shows and sometimes, I would watch with her.  Slowly and eventually, I got drawn into the dramas.  Really very good soap opera dramas.  So I am now addicted to watching girly shows on Netflix.  Another classic addict behavior -- someone you know pulls you into your addiction.

Unless you have watched many TV episodes back to back with no commercials, for as long as you like, you have no idea how easy it is to get addicted to Netflix.  I do not recommend it to you but do try to be understanding.

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The Urban Blabbermouth said…
Watch movies of your favorite actor/actress back to back on Netflix. You will get a lesson in their acting style.

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