As soon as the question occurred to me, I couldn’t shake it: just how much of my one and only go at life have I allowed to evaporate into the atmosphere via comfort watching? I don’t mean actively, joyfully, returning to a film or show for a second, third, even fourth time. I mean the automatic consumption of a show (it’s usually a show) that you couldn’t possibly recall just how many times you’ve seen – something accessed by muscle memory rather than active desire.
How many full months of my life have been spent rewatching , , ? I
