The Five Stages of Binge-Watching Netflix

The Five Stages of Binge-Watching Netflix

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We all know the feeling. One minute you are starting a new show because you have a little bit of free time and the next minute it is 4 a.m. and you are nine episodes into the first season of "Scandal." It just happens. Here are the five stages of binge-watching Netflix we all have experienced.

1. The stage of Innocence

You have a little bit of free time, so you are just going to start that show on Netflix that everybody has been talking about. No big deal, just testing it out. Maybe check out the pilot episode and call it quits for the day.


2. Teetering on the Brink


You are three episodes into the season and you can feel it. That vortex that is about to suck you in. Netflix is calling you in with that deep, dark question, "Play next episode?" with only 15 seconds to decide. As if you had a choice. This is the last opportunity for you to do anything productive for the day. Do you return to the real world or continue on your merry binge-watching way? Before you make a decision, the next episode continues. Oh well. It was what you were going to choose anyways.


3. Becoming One with Netflix



Five hours later and you are still laying in bed on your laptop, eyes fixed to to the screen. Your eyesight has gone a little blurry and your mind can't quite comprehend anything that's going on in the real world. You just watch episode after episode because you are hooked. Utterly and completely hooked.

4. Realization



It's 4 a.m. You have finished all of season one. You realize you have class in five hours. Where did the time go? Brain not fully functioning. Eyes so tired. Need sleep.


5.  Reevaluating your life decisions



You step outside the next morning, and breathe the foreign, fresh air. Your Netflix adapted eyes try to readjust to the outside world. You ask yourself why you do this to yourself, and then you remember. Because Netflix is awesome and you regret nothing.

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To the guy that shot my brother...

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To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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