Watching TV Alone Sucks
My husband, Lindsay, and I used to watch TV and movies together a lot. He was so good at finding shows I would love. We especially loved finding a good series that had already ended that we could binge watch from beginning to end.
We watched our “shows” most nights. Some of them were shows that were current, but like I said, we used to love to watch a series from beginning to end.
I’m the type who gets super attached to characters in TV shows. I cry with them. I laugh with them. I mourn with them. I get stressed out when they do. And my husband loved watching me get all worked up.
“You know it’s just a TV show, right?” he would say. “They aren’t real people!”
And I would always say, “But they are! They’re real to me!”
One of my favorite things about watching television with my husband was venting about the stupid things that characters would do. When we watched Shameless, we would always have something to say about Fiona’s dumb decisions. And Carl did loads of stupid things — but we both loved him anyway.
I’m a big crier. I cry when good things happen and when bad things happen. Lindsay would tease me about it a lot. But I think secretly he liked seeing that emotional side of me because I’m not normally an overly emotional person. Don’t get me wrong — I do cry at real life things. Just not that often.
Now, it is just me. I find myself watching the things I wouldn’t have watched with him anyway. I watched Frankie and Grace and I’m currently in the middle of Grey’s Anatomy (partially a re-watch and eventually I’ll be watching seasons I’ve never watched before because he got too annoyed with Meredith — who also annoys me — and we stopped watching it. It just didn’t seem worth watching by myself at the time). I know he didn’t really want to watch either of them.
But somehow, I feel like watching stuff we watched together is…like cheating. I have no idea how I am going to watch the last season of Shameless or The Walking Dead. I haven’t even looked to see if there are new episodes of Chicago P.D. available. I’m sure that I have missed a few. How am I going to watch the show if Lindsay is not there to imitate Hank and say, “Who is this guy?” every episode.
Even though I’m watching shows that he wouldn’t like, it still sucks. Sometimes, I laugh or get mad at something one of the characters does and I turn to say something to him. And he’s not there.
I want to get excited about new seasons coming back in the fall. But I can’t. I’m going to watch them alone. If I watch them at all. I want him to remind me that reading articles about the latest episode that we haven’t watched yet is cheating (unless it is Big Brother — for that you are totally allowed to cheat and find out who got kicked out and who was making out with who, unless it is the season finale episodes).Which I totally did sometimes because I couldn’t help myself.
Unfortunately, now I have no one to tell me to turn off the TV and go to bed! We would usually agree on how many episodes to watch — and then watch just one more. But then he’d turn off the TV and we’d go to sleep. Now? I’m hopeless — if I’m watching a series, I’ll watch until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and just pass out. I have no self-control!
Watching TV alone sucks.