Binge watching over 50

I’ve always been at the awkward age.  You know, I wasn’t raised on computers, but I had to learn how to use them.  My childhood consisted of a huge black rotary phone which graduated to a cordless phone and a beeper, to flip phones and, finally, smart phones.  I watched television on a black and white with an antenna and now, I watch Amazon Prime videos on my laptop.  When I started writing, I had a Dell Computer with “Word Perfect”.  Anyone remember that nightmare?  I still remember the first time I tried to have a writer friend read my stuff to help me into the world of publishing.

Friend: “ You need to covert this to Word.”

Me:  “It’s in Word Perfect.”

Friend:  “No.  WORD.”

Me:  “There’s a difference?”

Friend:  *internal screaming*  “Yes.  Word Perfect is NOT Word.”

Me:  “I don’t think I have that.”

Thus, I was finally introduced to Microsoft and the need to covert my entire life into Microsoft software. 

My online life started with AOL, You’ve Got Mail, Yahoo Groups, and…wait for it….wait for it…..MySpace.  I stopped keeping up with the latest social media with Twitter.  My co-worker is always showing me Tik Tok videos.  All I can think is that’s one more password I won’t remember. 

My point of bringing this up is a recent binge watching session I just completed.  I watched five seasons of one of my absolute favorite characters, Daria Morgandorfer.

A spinoff from Beavis and Butthead, Daria is all about high school for the disaffected. When it came out, I watched it voraciously.  It stands the test of time.  The show is over 20 years old. 

*a moment of silence as I ponder that horrible thought*

In the last month, I’ve struggled as Covid-19 has surged back and everything is in chaos again.  Nothing worked.  Everything annoyed me.  I was irritable and unreasonable and I knew it.

Enter the Daria Binge Watch.  I laughed my ass off.  I remembered why I loved the show.  It brought me back to the human race.  Well, sort of. 

I realized this may be my future.  I may go back to old music, old t.v. shows, old books, to try and recapture those times I felt safer, less stressed, more capable.  Yet, as I think about it, I never felt that way in the midst of those times.  It’s only in looking back I can see how gentler life was back then.

Or maybe, looking back is always shrouded in golden mists that sprinkle glitter over everything and make it seem shinier. 

In reality, today is all I really have.  It was fun to revisit Daria.  But I don’t want to live there.

La La La LaLa…….

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