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Bingeing is a skill. Rewatching comfort shows is a lifestyle.
Bingeing a show is an art form. It requires planning, the right environment, and flawless execution. You need snacks within arm’s reach, notifications off, and at least a four-hour window where nobody expects anything from you.
So there I am, remote in hand, fully committed to finally watching that new show my friend won’t stop recommending. I’ve bookmarked it for weeks. I’ve told at least three people I’m “starting it this weekend.” Everyone has seen it. Everyone has opinions. Entire group chats are busy dissecting fan theories while I have absolutely nothing to contribute.
Two scenes in, though, I’m already reaching for the remote. Next thing I know, I’m back on Friends or The Office, hunting for that one comfort episode that somehow makes dinner taste better.
The faces are familiar. The jokes arrive exactly when I expect them to. I know exactly when Ross is going to say, “We were on a break!” I know the precise moment Michael Scott is about to make everything infinitely worse. There are no surprises, and that’s exactly the point.
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No shocking plot twists. No ominous background score hinting that someone’s about to die. No cliffhanger daring me to stay awake until 2 a.m., questioning every life choice that brought me there.
Just comfort. My personal version of white noise, except it comes with punchlines I’ve already memorised.
I try convincing myself that the new show is objectively brilliant. That I’m missing out on the cultural moment. That I’ll feel accomplished once I finish it. None of those arguments work. My brain isn’t looking for brilliant. It’s looking for familiar.
Starting a new show and actually finishing it? That’s a level of commitment I’m not sure I’ve even given my partner. At least with him, I didn’t rewatch our first date ten times before deciding to stick around.
I’m not a couch potato. I’m a slouch potato. Every single time, I slump right back into the same shows I’ve already watched ten times. Suggest something new, and somehow I’ll negotiate my way back to season three of a sitcom I could probably perform from memory.
Maybe that’s the real charm of comfort shows. They don’t ask us to take a chance or invest in the unknown. They simply show up exactly as we remember them, ready to make us laugh in all the same places. In a world that constantly expects us to try something new, choosing the familiar doesn’t feel boring. It feels like coming home.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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