This time last week I was going to bed bursting with excitement to see the season finale of my favorite show the following morning… and now a week later I am left with nothing but the strongest desire to be able to let go of what has been my comfort show for years.
I’ve always been that dedicated fan that hit play on Netflix the SECOND that an OBX season would get released, for 4 years and a half this show had been my comfort. If that night in April 2020 when I first binge watched it for the first time and my dedication to this show started, someone would have told me that years later I would’ve lost all my love and all my excitement for the following seasons I would’ve found it hard to believe with the way I have loved this show with all my heart throughout the years.
How did it go from bursting with excitement at every news and anticipating the seasons to having zero interest in what comes next in the snap of a finger? It’s actually cruel.
I wish I had known last week that it would’ve been the last time I’d feel that excitement and affection for OBX as genuine as it was and that the next day it would’ve died inside me.
Now I’m just in that limbo of wanting to detach myself from it but still strongly being a part of me that’s so hard to let go.
What the fuck happened to our comfort show?💔