Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Watching Netflix alone isn't all it's cracked up to be

I am sick of watching TV alone.  Yes, everyone romanticizes watching 3 seasons of Gilmore girls in a weekend, completely uninterrupted.  But I’ve done that.  Twice.  It’s really not all that great.  On the other hand, back in college my roommates and I sat down and watched the entire first season of Chuck without stopping and it was one of the single greatest days of my college existence.  But there’s a core difference in these stories.  Watching Gilmore Girls alone in your apartment because there is literally no one in town you know or have the desire to talk to, and all your friends live over two hours away and you don’t have enough energy to do literally anything else is no fun at all.  You can feel your ass molding with the cushions, your pores clogging from all the junk food and your liver has started weeping uncontrollably as soon as you open your first beer.  I bought a heating pad last night, mostly because my back is killing me (whole other story) but now I might use it to pretend it's a lover, or a friend, or even a freaking dog at this point, because at least I wouldn't be sitting on the couch alone for this long.