I seriously continue to wonder if this ever really happened and it wasn’t one of the greatest fever dreams. If this isn’t the best thing I’ve seen in my 5+ years following Giant Bomb, it’s pretty fucking close.
Anyone want to chat? Maybe? No? Okay.
It’s been so goddamn real.
The reality the show induces is far too great.
reminding us that everything has to end eventually, but not letting us forget that it doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
Endings can be long, exhausting, and emotionally devastating… but it makes a new beginning that much greater; that much more compelling to go onward and upward.
Here I thought I would never watch a show with a laugh track behind every witty line. Man, was I wrong. This entire series was nothing short of a game changer. A show that leaves a mark even after it’s final episode, is a show that lasts forever.
I just finished it. It’s over. And I don’t want it to be.
Emotions are high right now. People are still processing it. I’m still processing it. But a thought.
On the one hand it perfectly achieved that moment, the moment they met. But that was not the lesson that how i met your mother was always meant to share.
When you boil it all down, the lesson it’s trying to teach us is that no matter what life throws at you, no matter how bad it gets, you can survive it.
Ted is constantly being thrown against the emotional rocks. Starting small in the pilot, and getting progressively more intense. Robin rejecting him, Victoria leaving for Germany, his and Robin’s relationship ending, being left at the altar, failing to start his company, and on and on (the crying Ted wedding speeches sums it up nicely). But each time he bounces back. (and it wasn’t just limited to Ted)
So yes, I can see why people find it disappointing, it’s not the love story they wanted. It’s that and so much more.
Opening day for the Rangers is Monday versus the Philles.
Friday sees the premier of Captain America: The Winter Solider.
This is such a great week.
I’m really full of angst lately. I don’t like it.
It’s early. Way too early for me to be awake.
Laying here, in the dark, my brain thinks without me. And, though I feel so selfish saying this, I feel worthless.
Everyone is doing something.
Everyone is trying.
Meanwhile I’m lost in a desert of my own making.