If you haven’t seen it, you’re really not missing out. I mean, it’s cute and funny and sometimes kileg…all those things you feel exactly when you’re in your teen years. It’s no Game of Thrones or anything, so you can pretty much stomach every episode without getting a headache. Although watching the entire first season in a sitting makes one of the late-20s persuasion remember and regret some things. Some shallow things.
I never got the highschool crazy-in-love story that everyone had. There was no holding hands in the quad or sitting at lunch together or going out on dates or exciting, butterfly-fluttering first kiss.
I didn’t get a first date or flowers or serenades (I come from the province, this is a standard form of courtship) or loveletters or presents and trinkets.
I never got to go to prom with the boy I liked. No one asked me, I didn’t pick out a dress, no corsage on the wrist, no limo to take us to a hotel function room that’s decked out in crepe paper and glitter, no awkward kiss goodnight, no solitary look that says you’re the most beautiful thing in the world tonight.
After all this time, after everything I’ve been through, I still kinda would have wanted to have a little of that. Even if it doesn’t last a lifetime or that important to my formative years.
But I guess I will be one of those who don’t get any of that. And that’s fine. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be me – (to quote The Boyfriend) insulting and aggressive.
At least I’m not awkward, right?
