Thursday, July 25, 2013
I have a problem. It's not life-threatening, and it's not that big of a deal. But it still is a problem. My problem? Well I am addicted. I am completely and totally addicted to Netflix. It's something that a lot of people suffer from, and it's a growing problem as cable becomes more and more expensive (Note, I use the word "suffer" very lightly). Currently, I am going through Merlinitis. This is a terrible disease which contains intense needs to watch The Adventures of Merlin, deep longings to be part of Camelot and an immense amount of feels for the characters/actors of the show. A show that a week or two ago, I wasn't that interested in. Then I started watching it. And it was good. I enjoyed it. So I continued to watch it. I spent my evenings cooped up in my living room devouring episode after episode, going through three seasons in two weeks. And now, having finished the third season yesterday, all I want to do is start season four. Even though I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. I'm well versed in the legends and stories of King Arthur and Camelot, and I KNOW HOW THE STORY ENDS. No really, I do. BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT WATCH IT!! It's nerve-wrecking and I can't handle it. And yet, I can. Because I want to, because I have to see how Colin and Bradley and Angel and Katie and the knights handle what's going to come. It's stupid and insane. But I love it. So don't send help, don't stage an intervention. Don't crash my apartment to pull me away, unless you bring snacks. Then you're allowed to come.