THIS evening I arrived home from work (which tends to be a feat in itself these days involving a 20-minute power walk, a 50-minute train ride, and a 15-minute cycle ride) to find a large package (oo-er!) on my bed. Yes, it's exactly what you think it is... the Dawson's Creek boxset I ordered online had finally arrived. Now, you can spend the next few minutes rating my lameness on a scale of one to ten OR you can own up and confess to your own teenage TV love affairs.
Tonight, watching Dawson, Joey and co battle with their teenage angst, transported me back in time to when I was 14 and used to watch the series every Thursday night, informing my parents not to interrupt the next hour as if I missed Joey's declaration of love for Dawson or Pacey's witty one-liner, their lives wouldn't be worth living. The boxset arriving today was perfect timing to complete my journey back to puberty, as it is helped on its way by the massive spot that took up residence on my face just hours before. 14 all over again, I swear.
But even watching Dawson's Creek won't make me a teenager again. Reality is too quick to bite. Work, bills and grappling with adult relationships is a world away from the Creek. Plus Dawson's hair is just too painful to watch for too long anyway. I'm 27 now. Katie Holmes is married to Tom Cruise and Michelle Williams is about to win her first oscar for My Week With Marilyn. A lot has changed in the last 13 years, in their lives and in mine, but it's comforting to have physical memories, often in the form of a much-loved teen series or that particular Eighties song, to bookmark the different chapters in our lives.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I was, and still am, Team Pacey ;p
I was a Joey man, myself.
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