Which Is Tougher: One Night Stand Vs. Sharing Your Netflix For A Night | #College
Part of adult life is dealing with the hardships of finding someone that you can connect with, share a moment together, and then never seeing them ever again. It’s one of the toughest things your young little heart will go through the feeling of ecstasy crushed by the cruel reality of the world. Now without even mentioning what that special moment was, you have one of two scenarios in your head, either you and this person went back to your room and shared in a hot passionate night of watching True Blood for a few hours on Netflix or spent a unsatisfying evening of awkward sex. And suffice to say its probably really difficult to actually determine which is more difficult to deal with.On one hand you spend your night all sweaty close to the other person holding each other, waiting for the next climatic moment of Breaking Bad, the other you deal with cold nothingness and a feeling of being alone even though you’re with someone. One of your nights consists of waiting out the sober people to find someone to take you home, the other, your whole night consists oftalking and truly connecting on a really deep intimate level so you can bring them to bang their brains off. One of them has protection against ever having to see that person or any little person to ever come out of them the other has no protection over the person learning your password and accessing your endless supply of free movies and tv shows, which really sounds a lot worse than being stuck with the burden of a little person that looks just like you, who doesn’t want a mini me?
Throughout all of my blog post I always try to stay impartial and unbiased but the more I think about it, the more terrible the idea of sharing your Netflix with someone is. I don’t mind sharing a terrible drunken night with someone, it doesn’t bother me a bit to possibly have a child with someone I met at a Limp Bizkit reunion concert. But what does bother me is going to a Dave Matthews Band show meeting the girl of my dreams, watching Human Centipede with this magical woman and never seeing her shining face ever again. Maybe Netflix is the new one night stand, a more painful, intimate one night stand. Thanks so much to everyone at the Netflix company for giving me another reason not to watch goosebumps with strangers, I really needed it.
And yes that was sarcasm, I already have enough reasons not to watch goosebumps with strangers.