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Saturday 12 August 2017

Netflix Grief - yep, it's real.

The 6 stages of Netflix grief:

1) The Processing Stage I (aka Total Paralysis)
As the credits roll after the final episode fades to black, you stare at the screen in complete stupor. You don’t move. You don't think. You barely breathe. Your fingers have become so accustomed to clicking on the next episode that you currently do not know what to do with yourself. The processing stage can last anywhere from just a few minutes to a few days, depending on how the show you watched ended.

2) Emptiness
Perhaps it is the drama from your show seeping into you, but nevertheless, you are convinced that you’ll never feel happy ever again. Finishing a show and having to go back into real life feels like having multiple friends of yours die all at once. You find yourself reminiscing on the good times you guys had together – meaning the times you sat on your couch and watched fictional characters have lives while you gradually lost yours.

3) The Anxiety Stage
You spend a good deal of time just thinking “WTF do I do now?” over and over again. You're lost. You question your purpose on this planet as the anxiety slowly builds because you quickly realise you've forgotten how to socialise like a normal person because for the past few (hours? days? weeks?) you've just been sitting on your arse watching other people live (see stage 2).

4) The Desperation Stage
After realising you literally have nothing to look forward to after a long day at work or a boring social function, the panicked aftermath upon the completion of your show involves scrolling through the list of films on offer - ideally a trilogy: it will give you the time to figure out your next move. You will find love (a new show) again.

5) The Passive-Aggressive Stage
You keep thinking of the dedication you have shown. It takes others weeks, sometimes months to complete a series, but no, you inhaled it in less than 58 hours. You ponder on such time and energy and commitment, and how you should never have felt embarrassed, because you didn't realise the good you had right in front of you - until it was gone. You're mourning. You refuse to let go. Somehow you find yourself falling down a Wikipedia black hole doing ‘research’ and watching endless YouTube outtakes and bloopers because you are just not ready to say goodbye yet. You become incredibly jealous when thinking about all the people in the world who have yet to discover the brilliance, the importance, the sheer NECESSITY of this series, and hate them for their lack of participation within the Netflix community/religion. Yet, at the same time, you desperately wish to trade places with them just to experience the magic all over again for the first time.

6) The Processing Stage II (aka Moving On)
You feel like an empty shell of your former self and realise that this series has destroyed you. At some point you start calculating the number of hours of your life that you spent watching this series, but you stop halfway through because the number gets too high/depressing. And then, you move on to a rebound show and instantly forget about all the hours you’ve wasted so far. Because that’s what we do now.

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Thursday 10 August 2017

More to Life Than 'Likes?'


Confession: I’m an Insta-addict.

Why? Because getting affirmation from strangers makes me feel good – it sounds awful, doesn’t it? Posting pictures in the hope of them (a.k.a. me) being liked.

But I guess seeking validation is nothing new. Maybe it springs from childhood. As a kid, I always remember wanting to make my parents happy. I remember wanting them to tell me I was doing a good job. My heart would swell with pride after they praised my positive school reports, and it would sink in disappointment when they couldn’t attend any plays I performed in. I even see it now amongst younger relatives; my cousins need congratulating on every picture they draw, every word they can spell, every Lego city they can build.

It makes me think how odd it is that a two year old and I can share such a similar desire. What is the point of success if the people I care about don’t care about it?

The only change is that the validation we crave isn’t just from peers or from family.  It comes from a public profile with strangers we invite into our worlds consisting of documentation of that wistfully candid pose looking out onto a blue ocean, and that ‘fitspirational’ slice of avocado on toast you once ate six months ago.

It’s the feedback we receive that thrills us. We are ‘goals’. We are deemed ‘follow-able’ because the content we post is interesting enough for someone to tap twice and forget about as quickly as they scrolled through and viewed it.

So I want to suggest that we tear our eyes away from the screen and look up at the person sitting across from us. Yes, that’s right; a real-life human. Because it’s the real-life relationships we form which should give us true joy. We shun the people who really are in our lives for approval from people who know nothing about you; except that you went to New York last Christmas and that your “#cheatday” go-to is an Oatmeal and Raisin Millie’s Cookie. It’s the people who really exist in our lives that deserve all our effort because, in cloudier times, it won’t be a like on social media which will pull you through. It will be support from the existing, real-life people around us which will brighten our days.

So next time I post a photo, I’ll be sure to match it with an actual human conversation with someone I love. They’re the ones who matter, not the likes I receive.
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