I have a confession to make.
I just spent the last week and a half watching 44 episodes of Glee on Netflix.
(does that make me a Gleek?)
That's 44 multiplied by an average episode length of 43 minutes.
(pause to grab my calculator….)
Ok, that’s 1892 minutes, or 31.5 HOURS spent watching a TV show that I didn’t really need to see.
A show I never once tuned into before.
So why now?
It all started one evening about a week and a half ago when I asked Mike if he was liking the Netflix subscription he got for Christmas this year.
Before I knew what was happening he had set it up for me on the Xbox console in the living room and I was scrolling through all the available titles finding nothing I really wanted to see. (I’m not a big TV watcher or even movies for that matter.)
Then I remembered that my son has told us he only watches TV shows through Netflix instead of regular TV. No commercials, no waiting for the next week, (or season), every episode of the season is there so you can watch as many as you want when you want.
So I search the TV show section and settled on Glee. I had read some reviews of the show in Entertainment Weekly and they were pretty favorable.
So I selected Glee and fired up the first episode.
Within 10 minutes I was hooked.
What’s not to like; there was great music, singing, dancing, teen angst, it was funny, it was sad, there was the outrageous bullying of Coach Sue, handsome heartthrob teacher Will, love interests galore, it was like a musical soap opera.
In other words, mindless TV viewing at my fingertips with no rationing.
I spent every “spare” minute watching this show. I’d wake up in the morning and jump out of bed thinking, I can get 2 episodes in before I have to get into the shower. Or coming home from work and immediately turning it on and watching 4 episodes in a row.
They make it so easy to keep going. When one episode ends, the next is highlighted and all you have to do is click on the green button and the next episode begins. No interruptions, no commercials, no waiting. Heaven.
Well, Saturday night I sank to a new low.
I watched 10 episodes in a row. I didn’t mean to, but I kept clicking on that green button on the controller, even though I knew I needed to get some sleep.
It was 5am before I went to bed!
4 hours later I was up and watching yet another episode before I had to leave the house to attend a bridal shower.
This was like crack must be to a druggie. I was living for the moment I could get home and watch some more.
Last night I rushed home from work and as was my new habit immediately turned on the TV to watch the episode i had fallen asleep to the night before.
At the end, instead of highlighting the next episode it brought up “other shows you may enjoy”
Huh? What happened? Where’s my Glee? I want to watch the next Glee, not some other show.
To my horror I discovered I had just watched the final episode. Season 3 is not out on Netflix yet.
I was done.
What an awful feeling.
Then I felt plain silly. What on earth had I done? All that time and not a thing to show for it.
My blog was totally neglected as was my house, my projects at the kid’s houses, everything.
Just think what I could have done with those 31.5 hours!
I think from now on I’ll be leaving Netflix alone. I don’t have enough self control to ration myself.
I’ve always been one of those people who finishes off a whole bag of chips or cookies or candy in one sitting. Even when not hungry anymore I keep going until the last crumb is gone. Just can’t stop myself.
Netflix is like a giant bag of chips.
Something I’m better off not even opening.
(until maybe season 3 of Glee is out)
How about you? What’s your “Netflix”?
Can you ration it?
Is there a Netflix Anonymous group out there?