If you don’t have a Netflix subscription, chances are that you’re binge-watching your favorite shows on there any way by mooching off a friend, significant other, or relative.

There’s a distinct comfort in that red and black “Netflix” logo and in the constantly updating cache of movies, TV shows, and other content. Sure enough, when you’ve finished one show, there’s a world of other shows that you can easily get sucked into... all you have to do is choose.

And usually, no one is complaining. In fact, I don’t WANT to complain. But I feel like someone needs to say something.

Something about binge-watching content is fundamentally wrong.

Would the Einsteins and Gates and Jobs of our history have been as innovative and made the discoveries that they made if they spent every Friday afternoon binge-watching "Desperate Housewives"?

Again, I don't WANT to complain. I enjoy watching my favorite characters on "Parks and Rec" get up to their nonsensical hijinx so much that I've watched the entire show three times. And that's not all I've watched. "The Office," "Friends," any hit TV show, I've probably seen it. Could I have been the next Warren Buffet if I spent less time sitting on my butt watching Netflix and more time applying myself?

Likely answer is: no. Nothing I could have ever done in my whole life would have made me as successful as Warren Buffet.

But the nagging sensation that all the time I've wasted doing nothing productive could have produced so much and changed so much is something very important. Because of that nagging sensation blossoming into a full-on intervention from my psyche, I stopped myself from binge-watching Parks and Rec for the literal fourth time during my break and instead I did something insane.

I picked up a book.