robby #19

I have extreme troubles with stopping things that I probably shouldn’t have started. I’m talking about things that can’t necessarily “end”; smoking, getting drunk, and reading the wikipedia plot summaries of visual medias.

Twenty-four hours ago, I told my friend Nick I have absolutely no intention of watching anything of Ozark. Since then, I’ve read the entire story from season one to season three because I don’t lie to my friends on April Fool’s Day. In the midst of this insane style of binge watching, I only paused from the synopses to google the appearances of the characters, that way I can picture the scenes occurring in my head.

I don’t know why I can’t stop doing this to TV shows and movies that I imagine I would have enjoyed actually watching, but it’s addicting in a dirty way, like drinking half a bottle of Jameson or masturbating for the nth time that day. That’s right, I’m comparing the ridiculous action of finishing an hour long episode in the amount of time it takes to read 7 sentences, to having a redundant orgasm.

My personal tendencies aside, I was correct about the nature of Ozark. The show revolves around white collar crime, which seems to be in right now, there’s also murder and there’s also conspiracy(I wish real life offered me more opportunities to viciously blackmail people).

I’m certain that my method of consumption does not do the show justice, but I’m also more confident now saying that I would not have fallen in love with Ozark. I haven’t been really turned on to this way of storytelling lately, “here’s main characters 1 and 2, these are your protagonists robby! And here’s main characters 3 and 4, these are your antagonists. Lastly, here’s side characters 5 to 23 that only exist as an avenue for conflicts and resolutions between Characters 1 and 2 with Characters 3 and 4. Yeah sure, they have their own backgrounds and interesting personalities but if you pay too much attention and fall in love with them, you’ll just feel like a Stan Twitter Account in human form.”

I’m a little sick of this post-Breaking Bad era that we live in. Watching 70 hours of well written and directed scenes for a grand payoff was definitely dope the first time around, not so much the fourth time.

I’m fiending for chaos, for an aggressive environment where my attention span doesn’t need to be impressed.

I don’t want to fucking feel like Tony Soprano, I want to be hugged!