Post-Binge Depression…. It’s a Thing!

My wife and I just finished watching Parenthood on Netflix last night. Six seasons, one hundred and three episodes, almost ninety hours and, just like that, we are done. We are at a loss, feeling bewildered and despondent even.

It’s always like this. We decided on a binge-worthy show and jump in feet first, fully engaged and giddy about the newest waste of time. We rush through dinner on weeknights and lock ourselves away on rainy weekends to indulge in our guilty pleasure du jour. My wife is disabled and often does not feel up to running around on my adventures, so this is something we enjoy together.

We have seen The Sopranos no less than four times, the first four season of The Walking Dead to get caught up, Deadwood, Rome, Weeds, Breaking Bad, Transparent, Orange is the New Black, The L Word (again, at least three times), Queer As Folk twice and too many others to mention.

On a lark, we decided to start watching Parenthood, not really knowing what we were getting into, but it came highly recommended from multiple Facebook friends. In hindsight, we had absolutely no idea what the impact would be.

Parenthood was, in my humble opinion, one of the best ensemble casts in the history of television and that is saying a lot. Sure, there were a few characters that came and went, but the core stayed the same for pretty much all six glorious seasons.

So, it was with a deep since of sadness and regret that we watched the series finale last night. Even as I type, I am wondering what we are going to watch tonight and I get sad all over again. Maybe we will find something to raise our spirits. As they say in the business, stay tuned!

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