Different things keep people up at night: laundry lists of endless to-dos, the state of the country, where IS Waldo?

What keeps me up, you ask?

I’m still bitter about The Society being canceled.

For those who missed it, the show dropped on Netflix in 2019 and quickly gained a cult following. The premise was bizarrely intriguing: a group of Connecticut teens return from a canceled field trip to find their town completely empty. No parents, no siblings, no teachers—no one but them. Soon, they realize they’re not just cut off from the outside world… they might be trapped in an alternate version of their hometown.

What made it stand out wasn’t only the mystery, but how it tackled themes of power, justice, and morality—while still leaning into the absurdity of it all. Watching these teenagers attempt to build a government, ration food, and grapple with loyalty and betrayal felt like Lord of the Flies meets Dawson’s Creek. The mix of survival drama, political tension, and messy teenage relationships almost distracted you from the fact that the whole thing kicked off with the kids complaining about a horrible smell in town. Like I said: BIZARRE.

The first season ended with a shocking reveal (no spoilers—you should still go watch it). It left fans desperate for answers. How did they get there? Was it supernatural, scientific, or something else entirely? Would New Ham’s fragile government implode? Who could be trusted? And seriously, what on earth was that smell?

Season 2 was greenlit, and we were promised answers about the origins of their situation and the fate of both worlds. But then COVID hit, production delays piled up, and Netflix abruptly canceled it in 2020. Which means we’ll never know what the writers had planned, how the mystery unraveled, or which characters would have survived the long game.

And that’s what makes it so frustrating. So many threads dangling, so much potential left unexplored. The Society wasn’t perfect, but it was ambitious, smart, and brimming with possibility. To this day, I hate that we’re stuck with an unfinished story—endlessly wondering what might have been.