2012 makes me think of…

2012.  It makes some people think of the world ending. It makes some people think of the crazy people who think the world is ending. When I think of the year 2012, however, I think of two things:


  1. The London 2012 Summer Olympics.
  2. Doctor Who.

Allow me to explain…

Like I always say, if you know me, you have, at the very least, a vague knowledge of what Doctor Who is (but if you don’t:  TV show.  British.  Sci-fi.  Best thing ever.).  Got it?  Alright.  Well, back in 2006, an episode of Doctor Who entitled “Fear Her” aired.  In the episode, my favorite intergalactic super-geek, the Doctor, and his friend, Rose, travel through time to see the London 2012 Summer Olympics.  In a major nutshell:  Upon their arrival, terrifying chaos of alien origin ensues nearby and threatens to sabotage Olympic happenings, as well as the safety rest of the Earth.  Here comes one of my most favorite epic moments in TV history… when the carrying of the torch during the opening ceremony is put in jeopardy, the dear Doctor saves the event by crazily and brilliantly stepping in out of nowhere and carrying the torch to the end to light the Olympic cauldron.  For the record, I am fully aware of how ridiculous this sounds to you.  Watch the episode.  It tells the story better.

I’ll never forget watching that episode almost five and a half years ago, when I was thirteen years old, fascinated by the scary and exciting story, and marveling at how far away 2012 felt.  I knew I would live to see it… one day.  One day so, so far from then.  In my mind, time was so slow that I felt 2012 just might never come.  Those London Olympics sure were thousands of light-years away.

And here we are now, it’s 2012, the Olympics are six months away, and the time I had to wait from 2006 to now almost felt like nothing.  It was shortly before I turned 18 that the way I looked at time turned upside down.  I didn’t feel as old as I actually was.  There was a time when 18 sounded so old, mature, and accomplished, but when I finally got there, I felt as vulnerable and incomplete as ever.  I looked back and marveled at the quickness of passing time like my past self used to marvel at the slowness passing time.  It’s funny, the way we look at time when we’re young.  Ferris Bueller wasn’t lying when he said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”  Thankfully, though time sped on, I was careful to not miss too much.   I don’t want to miss anything in the future.

Moving on from the heavy… what will the London Olympics look like?  Being a lover of all things British, I can’t wait to find out.  Will David Tennant arrive out of nowhere in the Tenth Doctor’s pinstripe suit, brown duster, and universe-saving Converse to carry the torch and light the cauldron?  I sure do hope so.