Backward luxury problem: when you're behind on series and get stressed about it
As an apathetic sheep, I look at the TV. What should I put on? I just don't know anymore. In the past, you went to the gas station with your parents and then you had the choice of three types of ice cream. A Calippo, Magnum, or Raketje. Okay, when things were really on, you also had the choice from the treasure chest.
In 2020, refueling is different. Now buying an ice cream as a child means confronting your own choice stress, while forty cold friends are winking at you from a menu. If you also tend towards perfectionism, an abundance of choices can paralyze you. Soon your ice cream might disappoint.
I have the same feeling on the couch during the ‘semi-lockdown 2’ period. As an apathetic sheep, I look at the TV. What should I put on? I just don't know anymore. I am the girl looking for the ice cream. Although we now also have to deal with six different gas stations fighting for customers, so we first have the choice of whether to get ice cream from the regular channels (hi dozens of choices) or from Netflix, Videoland, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, you name it. Every gas station is tempting, and suddenly I don't know anymore if I wanted soft serve or water ice. And do I even want ice cream at all? The neighbor sells poffertjes and they smell pretty chill...
Do we never learn from that eternal indecisiveness of humans? Isn't it well known that we whisper to each other that one restaurant is so nice, precisely because there are only ten dishes on the menu?
Suddenly it's mid-October and I realize I have to catch up on a whole season of Who is the Mole? because I've missed everything. Suddenly I'm behind on Undercover. That new prison documentary by Kim K was still on the schedule, just like the educational social-media-brainwashed-us documentary The Social Dilemma. And let's not even mention everyone suddenly watching Emily in Paris. Man, I'm glad Expeditie Robinson is skipping a season...
Okay, I didn't say that last part.
HELP, WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?
IS THIS NORMAL?
Image: Kirsten van Santen
