Why I Don’t Have Netflix
I don’t have Netflix.
I know! I know.
It’s not because I’m trying to save money or because I think it rots your brain, I simply realized it wasn’t serving the purpose I thought it was.
I thought watching a movie or a show (OK, an entire series…) was a good way to relax. That’s what people do, right? After a long hard day of work you watch something to clear your head and de-stress, right?
Turns out it doesn’t work like that for me. I don’t feel relaxed and recharged after watching Netflix. I feel anxious. Low.
If I binge watch a series (and let’s face it, that’s that only way I know how to watch a show if I’m by myself) I’ll feel legitimately depressed afterwards. I get so emotionally invested in what I’m watching that even if it ends well, I’ll spend the next couple of days in a weird little wonky depression. I don’t know if that’s proof I shouldn’t have let go of my psychiatrist or a known thing that other people experience… but it’s true. It really messes me up.
I’m OK watching movies and TV with friends and I enjoy that on the weekends. But by myself? During the week? I noticed that wasn’t ending well. In fact, I noticed that weeks where I was craving Netflix the most were weeks where I wasn’t working on things I cared about. I was using it as an escape—a way to hide—and it was only making it worse.
Watching Netflix wasn’t making me feel the way I want to feel. So I axed it.
I’ll still sometimes download a movie or watch something on YouTube, but even that I’ve significantly cut down on recently. I just don’t get much from it when I’m on my own. I’m much happier reading or making something or working on a project, and I wake up feeling much happier, too.
It once again came down to the question of…
What do I stand to lose by trying this?
More importantly, what do I stand to gain?
All this being said, I’m going to have a heck of a time when season 2 of the Crown comes out cause mannnnn I love my British period dramas.