Okay, I know… excuses, excuses. But Netflix really is messing with my reading. Because I work in publishing, I spend all day talking about books and going over in my head (for about 8 hours), which ones I’d like to read that evening. This usually means that I head home, on average, with at least three books each day. My intentions are always good when it comes to this pile of books I’ve been accumulating, but here’s what happens when I get home.
(enters home, drops bag of books on couch)
Hmm… I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight.
A stir fry would be nice.
(Starts pulling veggies out of fridge)
I should watch an episode of ‘The Good Wife’ while I cut these fresh veggies.
(Loses entire evening needing to know if Alicia & Will will end up together)
Woah, it’s 10:30pm, what the heck!? I’ll just read tomorrow.
The next night rolls around and the same scenario plays out. Now many of you are probably saying to yourselves, “Nope – if I got new books all the time, I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of those pages and my eyes”, but you’re wrong. Because you will get some notification telling you that Orange is the New Black (watch a promo here) is premiering on June 6th or they’ll make a ‘Suggestion Just For You’. You’re right Netflix, I do want to rewatch Coyote Ugly. This has become a real problem.
I’m not even going to make an unrealistic goal and say that I won’t open that lovely little red app on my iPad for two weeks, because I don’t know if I’m actually capable of functioning without watching “just one more” episode of Drop Dead Diva.
As I’m reading this post back (scanning for spelling errors), I can’t help but be a bit embarrassed by my first world problem dilemma, but I need to know I’m not the only one that gets distracted by life because of Netflix. Write me, tweet me, tell me I’m not alone, so I don’t feel so damn guilty every time I look at that never ending reading pile.
Signing off to go prep my dinner, then I’m going to read. I promise.