What was I thinking? I wanted college students to have to watch a Netflix series they actually had to consciously meditate on. That’s my bad, and I offer my sincere apologies to you all. It’s hypocritical on my part to have you procrastinate schoolwork only to have you replace it with something else that warrants your undivided attention with analysis and reflection.
Well, in my apologetic plea I offer you non-think-TV, where the only thing you need to think about is how you’re going to plan your life accordingly for the next couple of months since your friends and family may not see you outside of your bedroom after slothful mentalities take over your brain and you’re stuck binge watching all nine seasons of “How I Met Your Mother.”   
The show takes place in the year 2030 and depicts the story of a 2005 version of Ted Mosby (Josh Radnor), an architect who is obsessed with the idea of finding the woman he will marry, as he tells his children the entangled recollection of how he actually met their mother. The episodes are narrated by a future version of himself voiced over by none other than Bob Saget, or as many of us have known him for most of his life, Danny Tanner from Full House.
In his journey to find the love of his life, Ted sees his recently-engaged friend’s, relationship, Marshall and Lily (Jason Segel and Alyson Hannigan), as the embodiment of what he wants. However, he finds that even in a crowded New York City, numbers mean nothing when he struggles to find the right woman to spend the rest of his life with. Fortunately for us, his many terrible relationships serve as lessons that conflict with his deepest desires.
Ted believes he finds his one true love when the meets Robin Scherbatsky (Cobie Smulders), an aspiring news anchor. But much to our surprise, we come to find that she isn’t his children’s mother after he refers to her as Aunt Robin, taking her out of the equation. From there, Ted recounts to his children, through a series of flashbacks, the journey he and his friends embark on together as he seeks love in the city that never sleeps.
This show has everything you could ever ask for from characters we can relate to. We have the main character, Ted Mosby, the main star of the show who is this neurotic, over-analyzing, geeky chump that we somehow root for. Then there’s Marshall and Lily, that one couple that’s been together for what seems like forever (basically all of my friends). We also have Robin, the woman Ted loves but can’t be with because of her fear of commitment, and Barney (Neil Patrick Harris), the hilarious, womanizing, laser-tag-loving douchebag (basically a bro who always wears a suit) that we all know.
Honestly, if the plot doesn’t win you over, how about I take you down the memory lane of episodes that serve as reasons for why you may want to find out who Ted’s future wife is.
The naked man move, which according to the show’s statistics works two out of every three times, is basically a last resort action an individual would take when they realize there is no chance of a second date. Basically, while the other person becomes distracted or leaves the room, the other person gets naked in hopes that the other individual will have sex with them because they think its funny, they feel sorry for them or because one person has already stripped down to their birthday suit.
There are also the slap episodes, which are a series of episodes that span over the entirety of the nine seasons in which Marshall wins a bet, thereby allowing him to slap Barney at any given time without notice. I’ll give you a hint – one episode is titled “Slapsgiving.” Or, how about the “doppelganger” episodes where Ted, Marshall, Lily, Robin and Barney find each other’s identical look-alikes.
The show is consistent throughout its entirety. Too often shows tend to lose their tenacity over time; however, the writers of “How I Met Your Mother” did a good job of making clever connections between future and past episodes by weaving intricate stories lines that bring new stories to the old ones, keeping me interested. I mean come on, even Neil Patrick Harris convinces me he is straight in the show. 
If this delicious brain mush doesn’t catch your attention, then I’m losing hope for humanity. I would much rather be watching all nine seasons all over again than writing this Netflix review, but I’m doing so for the greater good of humanity, to save the true meaning of “Netflix and Chill.”
If you don’t want to think, then this is the show for you because it does everything for you. So, in a few months when you crawl out of that cave you call your bedroom shielding the blinding sunlight from your eyes only to realize that months of your life have disappeared, don’t blame me. It’s what you wanted.