Chapter Twenty-Two: Life Under A Rock (~jinghan)
In TV shows, high school is harsh, people are judged, challenged, labelled et cetera, et cetera. In my real life, high school was a sheltered little Eden, sweet and nice, but it didn’t force me to come out from under my rock.
In TV shows, high school is harsh. I say this with a lack of certainty because in all my life I have only really ever committed myself to four TV shows: Scrubs, Angel, Glee and Misfits. Only one of which features a high school, and in song and dance at that.
In TV shows, life is cliche. This was just an assumption of mine since I hadn’t actually really watched any TV shows. The assumption let me get through high school without actually watching any TV shows. There was always school stuff to talk about if there was a lack of conversation topics.
But recently I have found myself screaming, laughing, singing, and actually crying while watching Glee. Actually crying! Me! I don’t cry in films and heck I don’t cry at TV shows because I never watched any. I don’t cry because I don’t get attached enough to these fake people. But here I was crying while watching Glee. (It’s even ironic.) And I’m loving it. It’s inspiring.
I don’t know almost all of the songs. I lived under a rock. I never cared that I lived under a rock. And I still don’t care that I can’t make party-conversation because I live under a rock. I was at a party the other week and the guy sitting across the table from me threw about a hundred well-known people names at me of which only a few I replied with “the name rings a bell”. I wasn’t ashamed. But I do care that I’ve been missing all this inspiration that people actually bothered to write, record and pour their soul into.
High school didn’t budge my rock. I always had school stuff to talk about, homework to whine about. But now I’m in uni, and it’s a no-strings-attached holiday, for the first time I’m actually wanting to shift this rock a little bit. Sure I’ll never catch up with the people who seem to know all the lyrics to at least a hundred songs, and the names of at least a hundred actors, a hundred bands, but I want to have a handful to really fall in love with.
At the moment I’m having fun trying to figure out the chords to songs I barely know and high from just watching the last episode of the first season of Glee and wondering how long before I save up enough money to buy the DVDs, and waiting for the last episode of season one of Misfits to air next Monday.