I am a bit Netflix-tired

I just The Spy finished The Spy, which is seriously a big fat recommendation, and now I have to watch the true crime docu about the life of Cyntoia. Or at least Caliphate with only eight episodes of three quarters of an hour you can do that in between, so to speak. Just as I finished the new season of La Casa de Papel. Send help, please.

I think I might be Netflix-tired. It's even so bad that I encourage my boyfriend to watch Star Wars on the iPad in the evenings (because that's the only movie I refuse to watch) so I can quietly read a book. A paper book, with pages where I can fold dog ears (I am that kind of person, yes) and a nice cover that I can have all sorts of opinions about. Books make me happy.

My big Netflix problem is probably the suggestions I get, because Wieke dishes out something delicious from Netflix that I have to see every day. Then my Amayzine colleagues actually watch this too, which means I get it thrown at me again. Double trouble. I am quite good with social pressure, but double social pressure is something else to deal with.

The life of my best friend is very simple, for example, she just says: ‘Kali-what?’ and then goes to read a book from which she learns something or watches Baby TV with her youngest son. That seems like a pleasure to me, just drifting away with Baby TV in the background. Even though they say about Kalifat that it is a profound series, which means you actually have to have seen it.

It's not that I'm a Netflix lightweight, you know. I've seen everything you ‘must see’ at the bigger providers at least once. La Casa de Papel, all seasons finished. Game of Thrones, completed. The Handmaid’s Tale, done. Vis a Vis, likewise. Grace and Frankie, give me a new season. Sex Education, gimme more Otis and Maeve. I wouldn't give myself a watery streaming score if I could judge myself. But I probably shouldn't. It's even so bad that I think I'm a native Spanish speaker because of all the Spanish masterpieces. Then you've really got it bad.

Honestly, I could have wished for a better time to get tired of binge-watching. It's quite inconvenient that this happens to you when you have to stay home as much as possible. That's why I have a trick, I'm going to forbid myself to watch Netflix. That should work about the same as not thinking about a pink elephant, which now means I only see pink Dombootjes in front of me. Hoping that this ban will create a desire for Netflix. Yeah, you see: me and my luxury problems are not easily caught.