Have you ever completely trusted someone? Trusted them with something so precious to you and they went and ruined it?
Welcome to my current life. I trusted you with my Netflix password and you went and f*cked up my instant queue… How dare you? How f*cking dare you?
I log in to my account, ready to catch up from where I left off on season 2 of Arrow, but where is it? No where near my most recently played list. Instead I find some movie called “Good Morning Vietnam”. GOOD F*UCKING MORNING VIETNAM? (No disrespect, RIP Robin Williams)
So now, already agitated, I take the time to use the search bar to find my show, which I’ll remind you, should already be on my most recently watched feed. I finally scroll through and find it. I’ve simmered down a bit since I am finally going to know what happens after *SPOILER ALERT* Roy gets injected with the super drug.
Subtitles. F*UCKING SUBTITLES. Honestly, what are you, 80? Turn up your hearing aids!
I am avidly against subtitles. I hate them and find them distracting to the plot of a show. I don’t need to know that someone is distantly groaning in the background. I don’t need to see a picture of music notes to understand that there is music playing. So, again, I’m wasting time and have to turn off the subtitles that you so rudely turned on, knowing full well what my feelings on them are.
Honestly, I just don’t know where we go from here. I don’t know how I am going to trust you again. I just feel like I saw your true colors through this incident and I just thought that I should be the one to tell you, I’m changing my Netflix password.