Monday, January 05, 2004
Yesterday I bought the first season of Dawson's creek on DVD in the New Years sale. I spent today watching some of the episodes and trying to grasp why I harbour such an emotional attachment to this show. I know all the drawbacks and criticisms of the show and its flaws but for me it means something special. I was 17 when I first saw it and in a way grew up with it. I always wanted that life as well. Far from reality. The great setting along coastal america, the love, the hope, and the dreams. It was, and is, a blessed form of escapism as far as tv shows go. Reading back over the episode guides I can almost place where i was and what was happening in my life when i first saw each episode of the teen saga. I thought about the show and myself last night and woke up this morning confused. For a minute I thought I was back home in Drumconrath, that things were starting over. When reality kicked in I felt like bursting out. I felt regret. Regret at the way I've done things over the last 5 , going on 6, years. I wanted to be 17 again. To start over, to wipe out my college years and do them again. To do them differently.
I remember watching the first D.C. episode. I was at home in Meath and it was a lazy summer Saturday afternoon. I was in the middle of my leaving cert and it proved a welcome distraction to watch this new, and at the time highly controversial series. It aired on UTV and I caught almost every episode over the coming 2-3 years. During college I drifted from the show and it to drifted from its roots though last months final episode was exceptional. Well scripted great drama and heart-wrenching. I cried at the end more so that I felt like a part of me had died. It still tugs at me even now when I think of it.
So what do I want? I want that life. I want my youth back. I want to escape urban life. I want to detach myself from the city, from all urban life. To live in the country. To hold small town values. To return to the days when watching Dawson's Creek was a highlight. When Friday nights meant new friends on Channel 4. I want the innocence of Kevin Williamson's D.C. I want....... I want... I want what I can no longer have. Reality sucks and i just want a vacum to suck me out. 'Dawson's Creek'- my unlikly adolesent best friend.
I remember watching the first D.C. episode. I was at home in Meath and it was a lazy summer Saturday afternoon. I was in the middle of my leaving cert and it proved a welcome distraction to watch this new, and at the time highly controversial series. It aired on UTV and I caught almost every episode over the coming 2-3 years. During college I drifted from the show and it to drifted from its roots though last months final episode was exceptional. Well scripted great drama and heart-wrenching. I cried at the end more so that I felt like a part of me had died. It still tugs at me even now when I think of it.
So what do I want? I want that life. I want my youth back. I want to escape urban life. I want to detach myself from the city, from all urban life. To live in the country. To hold small town values. To return to the days when watching Dawson's Creek was a highlight. When Friday nights meant new friends on Channel 4. I want the innocence of Kevin Williamson's D.C. I want....... I want... I want what I can no longer have. Reality sucks and i just want a vacum to suck me out. 'Dawson's Creek'- my unlikly adolesent best friend.
