I have what you call a self-diagnosed unhealthy habit of binge watching television shows on Netflix. The following describes the symptoms associated with this disease:
- Insomnia caused by peaked interest in wanting to know what will happen on the next show
- Denial of sleepiness and neglect to shut off computer/TV after watching the total number of shows you designated for the evening because of the belief that “it gets better”
- Life comparisons between your real life and your favorite character’s life
- Addiction to show theme songs that results in random outbursts of singing
- Obsession with characters that leads the imagination to believe that they are real people in real life
- Strong desire to write yourself into a show’s story line
- Emotional ties that cause your feelings about any given episode to linger even after you have stopped watching for the day
- The need to research the actors/actresses so that you can know their lives, and possibly find a similar project that you will love
- Torrential downpour of tears during series finales because you’re not sure what you’re going to watch next and love just as much
I just wrapped up A Different World, a show that I’ve loved since I was young kid. I just cried my eyes out. I feel like I went to Hillman College, like Whitley and Kim Reese were my friends and we got grown and had to move on with our lives, or in my case, find something else to watch.
WHY DID IT HAVE TO END? Six seasons was not enough. I was JUST starting to crush on Dorian, again.
I think now would be the perfect time to produce a sequel. I could be Whitley and Dwayne’s daughter, starting her freshman year at Hillman. After all, Colonel Taylor did say that he would have Whitley and Dwayne’s unborn child in his class in 2014. Sure, it’s now 2015, but better late than never.
In the meantime, finishing a series is probably the worst thing that can happen to a faithful Netflix Binger like myself. I just feel so useless in between series, like I’m not sure what to do with life besides write a blog about how much I miss the show at 3:49 in the morning.
The only proven method of recovery is to find a new show that is just as awesome and that ALWAYS takes time.
Debbie Allen and Bill Cosby: if for some reason your eyes and/or ears should ever come across my little ole blog, PLEASE create a sequel to A Different World and know that I’m fully capable of being a great Whitley’s Daughter (I’ve practiced my accent and everything).