Quite recently I have been able to trick Netflix yet again into a free month trial. It’s not really even a trick. But only clever people can come up with it. Are you ordinary?
I know that I am not. Now hold on, I am not egotistical or anything…..I am, by every definition of the word, a nerd. Due to my Netflix invasion I have re-watched the BBC show “Sherlock”. And let me tell you, I have been “Sherlocked”. As cheesy and nutty as it is for me to say. I can not get enough. I need a real person to be this witty, this clever with me in every day life. All gay implications aside (and there are quite a few in the series), I have fallen in love with Sherlock Holmes. I mean, who couldn’t? And yes, he looks rather dashing in that Death Frisbee too.
So tell me, how does one overcome an obsession like this? Once the series were over I sat back, unable to think of what I should do.
Watch them all again?
Try and separate myself?
Focus my mind on reality rather than the illusion of reality through watching fantasy?
What is a poor, addicted girl to do?
Have you had these moments before? Where you read a book series or watch multiple seasons of a show and don’t seem to want to leave that blissful paradise of fiction….it’s a problem. It’s a real problem. And instead of telling the entirety of the internet I should probably be laying on an uncomfortable leather sofa talking about these obsessions to a therapist. Although let’s call them a counselor instead (therapist is too….well, creepy). I’ll talk to a doctor…as long as it is Dr. Watson. And of course if Sherlock happens to be following him (as usual).
So much feels.
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