I am not a TV person. I rarely get the chance to sit in front of the TV for a long time, without distractions. I used to have favorite shows… those which I really wait for every week. But then because of busy schedules, and because I’d rather do everything early so I can sleep early, there’s just no time for TV anymore.
… Or so I say. Okay, I’ll be honest. For the past several weeks, during the day – sometimes even at night– I try to catch Glee. Yes, they are mostly reruns. But whether I have watched the episode or not, I still take that one hour off just to watch.
Watching Glee is like being transported back in time. For one whole hour, I feel like I’m back in high school.
Some things never really change. There’s always the handsome jocks, the pretty and popular cheerleaders, the nerds, the misfits, the non-entities. There’s that one teacher everybody adores, there’s that one teacher that everybody hates… okay, sometimes two, even three… There are the performers, the drama queens, the bad boys (and girls). And then there are the normal people.
Looking back at my high school days, I don’t really know where I would place myself. Oh, I was a smart girl – that much I’m sure of. I was grade conscious and I have always been a diligent student. I know I wasn’t bad looking. I was pretty vain, so everybody must have thought I was a stuck up. But then I also knew that there were a LOT of more popular girls – not to mention with more developed bodies – that made me insecure when I was at that age. There were those girls who effortlessly get the boys they liked. There were those girls who get voted as muse year in and year out. And did I say they effortlessly get the boys?
My friends never believe me when i say that i had a lot of insecurities in high school. For some reason they think i was as confident as that girl with the long straight hair and the coca-cola bottle body… the one who got most of my crushes with just a snap of her fingers. I guess it’s true that your worst critic is yourself. It is true that no one can make you feel small unless you permit them. When i think about it, i did let a number of girls make me feel insecure… mainly because they were more popular and well, they easily got the boys.
If there’s something I wish I learned early on in life, it is not to let the boys – or men—define you. Back in high school, I felt bad whenever someone i liked didn’t like me back. Well, tough luck. There were guys who liked me back then whom I never even attempted to talk to or be nice to (and they are probably multi-millionaires by now and don’t even remember my name). That’s just the way it is.
Several months back, I attended our high school reunion. I saw people – classmates and non-classmates – whom i haven’t seen in ages. Some, i don’t really remember. But there were others who stood out. Of course, there were my dearest, bestest friends… the ones i spent my whole teenage years with and who are still my friends ‘til today. I got to talk to this guy i dated back in high school – and the whole time we were talking, i was asking myself WHY i ever dated him. I also got to talk to this other guy – and the whole time we were talking, i was asking myself why I NEVER dated him. And then there were people i talked to whom I know i never talked to in high school… but are really nice people, after all.
Yes, high school was fun. The friendships i forged in high school are the ones that lasted long because we saw each other through our awkward stages. My friends knew me and liked me then, even when i was still the ugly duckling that i felt i was. Come to think of it, we were all ugly ducklings then, in one way or another.
I like watching Glee because for a moment I get to remember how things were when I was growing up. Along with the remembering comes the wondering as well… of all the what ifs and what could haves. But then a couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine, being the grinch that he is, said that at a certain point, we have to stop looking back at the past because it’s over and done with. Somehow it made me realize that yes, I’m all grown up, and as much fun as high school was, i am at the here and now. And i like where I am. I like what I have become. (Do i dare say that I like the goddess that I have become?)
So why is Glee my guilty pleasure? Okay, so now I confess…. I only watch the show because i think that guy who plays Finn is such a hottie… 🙂