Netflix and Crash

Everyone who knows someone between the ages of (hopefully the legal age in your state) and 29, is aware of the phrase ‘Netflix and Chill’.  If you are unaware of the definition, I will give you the most Christian-friendly version.

When Beth and I started dating, we were practicing abstinence in our relationship.  The key point is, ‘Netflix and Chill’ rarely pursues abstinence. However, I brought over a VHS copy of the movie ‘The Man From Snowy River’, as Netflix was only 4 years old, and most people in our state couldn’t afford DVD players.  As soon as the 20th Century Fox music started playing, we began practicing our artificial resuscitation techniques. To this day, and probably ending on this day, my mother (from whom I borrowed the VHS) thinks we enjoyed watching the movie.

I vaguely think I took a breath when a horse climbed a creek bank.

With Netflix streaming nowadays, and new and old couples alike filling their  ‘Because You Watched…’ list with crap they’ve never seen, I would like to introduce to you, ‘Netflix and Crash’.

Netflix and Crash is what happens when you and your significant other want to chill, but reality sits in.  You both live lives. The world needs tending to, and your realm needs attention.  We spend so much of our day living out of our comfort zone, its always a breath of fresh air to be able to drop our guards with someone we love, and just give in to our most natural of instincts. Passing out.

Passing out together is the most sacred of all things apart from Opening Day and the Eucharist.  In the article, Cuddling With Your Partner Does Something Very Surprising to Your Health on mic.com, sleeping while cuddling releases dopamine and serotonin, two hormones that are mood boosters and curb depression.  And not just that, but you also release oxytocin.  The chemical responsible for helping us build close relationships.

It’s also been shown that falling asleep together while cuddling lowers your level of Cortisol, a hormone responsible for reducing your immune response.

Science aside, having to go to the chiropractor the day after to fix that crick in your next is worth it.

See, Beth and I are awful sleepers. I sleep on the right side of the bed, and on my left shoulder, because it just feels better. Beth sleeps on the left side and in her right shoulder, because she somehow turns into a nuclear powered furnace at night. And it didn’t help that I’m tall enough that if we are facing each other, I’m breathing in her face all night. Sometimes falling asleep on the couch while Reba plays non-stop is exactly what we need.

I encourage you, next time you get a chance to, turn on your favorite video streaming service, and have a Netflix and Crash kind of hookup.

My name goes here,

JT

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An age innacurate representation of us watching ‘The Man From Snowy River’

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