The first time you fall in love ( as in the hundreds of first times ) is like signing up for a Netflix account. When you signed up for that shit, it was a plethora of emotions - you laughed with Dave Chapelle , cried with Dev Patel in Lion ( what a gem of a movie! ), goofed around with Adam Sandler, took it to the next level with 50 Shades of Grey, had some weird days with Black Mirror, had a Fuller House moment when you introduced them to your family, got angry again and again and again ( the franchise never seems to end )with Arnold Schwarzennegger in Terminator, got frustrated and left high and dry with Birdbox.
Then after that first 50-100 movies and shows, Netflix seemed to be as bad as coffee mixed with plentiful chicory, you kept drinking it and never got buzzed. It was just always there. The world changed, time shifted, and you tried STARZ , Amazon Prime and Hulu but after a while, you did come back to Netflix at times, reminiscing the good old days and just to check if there was anything exciting about it anymore.
The only difference?
Falling in love came free. Falling out of it cost so much more than signing up for 13 bucks and closing the Netflix account for free.
Then after that first 50-100 movies and shows, Netflix seemed to be as bad as coffee mixed with plentiful chicory, you kept drinking it and never got buzzed. It was just always there. The world changed, time shifted, and you tried STARZ , Amazon Prime and Hulu but after a while, you did come back to Netflix at times, reminiscing the good old days and just to check if there was anything exciting about it anymore.
The only difference?
Falling in love came free. Falling out of it cost so much more than signing up for 13 bucks and closing the Netflix account for free.
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