Platonic relationship with Netflix

Just finished watching Episode One of Season One of The Politician and in spite of the darkness all over it, it made me feel better and smile, something I needed after the kind of day I have had today. So, what does it says about me? Dark comedies are kind of scandalizing to admit to being a fan of, isn’t it?

My phone’s battery died and I couldn’t go running without music, I couldn’t find time to waste on Instagram pretending to be cool and I definitely didn’t know who to call or how to call to share words, any words. In the end, Netflix came to the rescue.

You know, how we all move on in life thinking ‘we shall cross that bridge when it comes’ and today I saw the bridge waving at me from afar; I would be lying if I said I was surprised because behind every day’s pep talk lies the subtle subtitle ‘nothing is forever’, yet the mere view of what lies or might lie ahead brought an earthquake of 5.5 on Richter Scale leaving me disorientated and stumbling.

Falling in the arms of the comfy fictional show, I saw people broken, aching, dark, fractured, hopeless, forlorn and yet on top of their pretend-game and I found myself feeling okay and at ease. Pity, isn’t it? To find balm in the fabric of fiction because nothing or no one in the real-world has the power to offer the same.

Anyhow, here’s a fun fact I’ll be alright tomorrow giving myself the ‘You’re awesome, you’re beautiful and Billie Ellish would so want to be you.’ pep-talk.

Goodnight world and stay safe.

What is love?

Ask me again what love is and I’ll probably lie about it, with a poetry revolving around the moon and the stars, not wanting to scare you with the truth. Love, my darlin, is nothing but the ache that makes your heart hurt and beat at the same damn time…

Wrong era, but at least there’s internet for binge watching…

So I’m binge watching this show and…what do you mean what show? You clearly know the show I’m obsessed about lately…oh what the hell, it’s The Marvelous Mrs Maisel.

Okay! So it’s a musical scene with Jazz and I ask myself. What the bloody hell am I doing outside the screen? I mean I belong in there. Not among actors. No. I meant in that era.

Then I realized it’s 3 am and in probably just tired & overthinking. About everything. Life, people, things, errors, hopes, dreams blah blah blah.

That’s when I hear the wisdom of voices tell me what’s wrong. I needed midnight snacks. I open the fridge, mix whatever I coukd find, heat it and I’m back with a plate in my hand and the world of Midge Maisel in front of me.

But, I still feel I’m at the wrong side of the screen.

Damn you Jazz.

It’s not this show, it must then blame Ryan Gosling & his Jazz loving Sebastian role. Never gave a second thought to Jazz before.

Okay! Break is over. Time to hit Play button. Don’t you love Friday nights? Such a party it is.