So considerate of you.
Binge watching. Ahhh, such a fun thing to do.
Definitely better than binge reading some blog I know of.
It was 10:00 PM, and he was staying over for the night. I was tired, yet he still had a good amount of gas in the tank. So we decided a good compromise would be to watch something on Netflix—me being too tired to game, and him being too energized to hit the sack.
We turned on the Xbox, opened the Netflix application, and started browsing the plethora of selections. We browsed for at least 10 minutes, and we realized we could get lost in browsing the countless shows and movies available.
We decided to watch the first episode of Marvel – The Defenders. He is a fan of superhero shows and movies, and I enjoy most of them as well.
We found the first episode rather meek and slow, but we decided to watch the second episode nonetheless.
Ahh, we get it: stubborn. Sticking with the initial plan no matter what.
We enjoyed the second episode more than the first, but still, we found it was taking too much time to kick things off, especially seeing as there are only eight episodes in the series.
The next morning, we watched the third episode while having an omelette: that is when I got hooked. I am an easy crowd to please, and with four different superheroes clashing in one show, I was bound to become addicted sooner or later.
I drove Christian to work after the third episode, and told him: “I wouldn’t be surprised if I watch some more when I get home”.
Fast-forward 11 hours: I had done my laundry, recorded my podcast, gone to my swing class, and watched all five remaining episodes of The Defenders.
Overall, I enjoyed the show—obviously seeing how I acted—, except the slow beginning. I don’t want to get into the details of the story line as to not cause any spoilers.
Considerate, once again.
When was the last time you binge-watched a show? How do you feel when you binge-watch?
Binge-note: binge-ing is just so, utterly, binge.