I’m a Glee fan. There I said. It’s not even a guilty pleasure. I honestly love it. How can you not enjoy the tongue in cheek humour, thought provoking subjects and then the music.
The storylines have been at times epic the gay storylines, the will they won’t they with Emma and Will, Sue Sylvester alone has me gripped purely because I want to hear the next homophobic, racist undertone, unPC, shocking, radical, crazy comment she will come out with.
The reason I love Glee is the same as so many others. I associate myself to the misfits struggling to fit in a world so conformed. I enjoy watching the journey of discovery that so many of us have made.
A big shout out to my favourite Atlantan housewife Nene and lets not forget our favourite new addition the one and only New York girl Sarah Jessica Parker.
I joined the school choir but it wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. It wasn’t Glee in a world before I knew of Glee. So this is my new outlet.
This is for every person who lives singing in the shower, who’s been caught dancing in their room, breaks out a dance move on the platform.
I don’t know about you all but I’m bored of conforming. I wasn’t born in a box, I don’t have a tendency of colouring in the lines (and yes that’s a reference to the Sex in the City movie…the first one, the only one worth watching), I’m not ‘normal’ person, far from it in fact.
The funny thing is the more me I become the more comfortable I become and feel. Yeah I procrastinate, yeah I’m loud, yeah I am a bit weird but I’m the guy who opens/holds the door for you, the guy who smiles at you and the guy that will help you when you trip in the street. Usually because I’ve tripped you up…I jest.
I’m Jean-Junior Mayala and I’m claustrophobic.
