ICYMI: I’m starting a new series to help overcome my perfectionism in which I have 10 minutes and 10 minutes ONLY to write something and post it. Please comment topic ideas to keep me going, if you so please! The timer starts now.
I just got home from a friend’s house, where we watched Glee. I am a bonafide Gleek. I have committed far too much to memory… I frighten myself with all the trivia I’ve retained. During my junior year of high school, I was in an AP Chemistry class so difficult and dense in material that it gave me regular panic attacks, and one was so bad that it spurred on an asthma attack that wound me up in the ER. This was because I could not absorb any information from the course no matter how hard I tried (and I really tried!) and it wrecked my mental health. But watching Kurt battle Rachel for the Defying Gravity solo tonight, I realized that the impenetrable forcefield surrounding all Glee memories in my brain is most certainly blame for this academic failure. They took up far too much space. How could any formulas possibly compete for room with the grandiosity of Mercedes Jones’ lovestruck rendition of Bust Your Windows???
I know that for a fact because even now, I can rattle off dozens of episode titles like it’s nothing, but can’t think of a single periodic element other than magnesium. (I failed the AP, of course, but at least I can tell you if they’ve sung a song on Glee as soon as I hear it. Good party trick.)
Also, a separate note from my viewing experience tonight: we all really used to dress so terribly in that era. I miss it. Teenagers now are way too aware of how they look. Even if they dress ugly now, it’s in a post-ironic kind of way. I miss when culture was collectively awful, because at least it was something. Now there’s too much good in too many ways. Bring back fugly monocultural moments!!!!!! That’s my platform.
Okay lol good night