Random Thoughts on Happy Endings

Happy endings. Right. Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't outright hate those. By that I don't mean all I want to see are sad, tragic endings. No, no. Perhaps I should specify: I hate the 'fairytale-kind-of' happy endings. I don't mind when a story ends positively at all. As a matter of fact, it is what I tend to yearn for – that's just how we people are - we (usually) want things to end well. But I want the stories to be real, too – and this could very well be the reason why I was never into fairytales as a kid. I want stories you can relate to because good things happen to the characters and so do the (really) bad ones. And such stories don't usually result in a happy ending. I think it's debatable whether that is actually possible.

Another problem I have with happy endings is that I feel stories ending in such fashion don't generally have characters reflecting all human qualities. The good guys have good, respectable qualities and the bad guys are… well, bad. No! That doesn't happen! Things are never that simple. C'mon, we all know life isn't black and white. There's good and there's bad in all of us. Our lives take unexpected twists and turns, there are highs and lows. If at the end of it all you can say everything was awesome and you couldn't possibly wish for a better life… holy cow, I sure would envy you! But if someone wants to write a good story, they'd better not try to shove a happy ending down my throat. Because basically, for me a story loses its credibility the moment it concludes in such a manner. Not to mention happy endings are boring.

Although, if you think about it, endings don't even matter - the journey is what it's all about. You don't enjoy the path you or the story is taking, you're only bound to be disappointed with what you might find at its end. By the way I'm not sure if I'm making any sense as it is Friday night so I'm just going to pretend I am, okay? Okay.

Weird Dreams (I Think He May Be Trying to Tell Me Something)

When I dream, I don't dream strange. Well, not what you'd call strange per se. I mean, to me the dreams seem strange, sure, but what may seem strange to me doesn't have to seem strange to you. You'll see for yourself, after all. You'd also think it probably goes both ways - that I'd find other people's dreams totally cool and normal. Even if those people themselves think they're having dreams that are strange. When people talk about their strange dreams though, I agree with them - those are some super weird dreams you guys are having! Anyway, let me tell you about a dream from a series of dreams I've had some time ago. 

Just like that, I'm in a garden. However, it's not just any garden, I recognize this place. "Oh my god! This is where she lives! I'm in her garden, how did I-" Movement inside the house suddenly interrupts the stream of my terrified thoughts. "I've gotta get outta here before anyone sees me, dammit!" I'm trying to sneak out back. I'm almost at the gate. I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one saw me. I turn my head back and- busted. She's standing right in front of me. I give her an awkward smile for I don't have the slightest idea of what to say. "Hi," she calmly goes. Still in dismay, I manage to get a "Hi" out of me too. Realizing I have to face her at last, I sit down and we start to talk. Well, it's mostly me talking. As I'm trying to explain why I behaved the way I did, I'm on the verge of a total breakdown. When I finally finish explaining myself the last words uttered are "Sorry. Sorry for all that. I was being an idiot."

That's it. Now you must be wondering if I'm high or something. I know I thought I was. My theory is that my brain was trying to tell me I can be a huge dick sometimes (and that I can). That I should do something about it so I don't make a complete retard out of myself in front of her, or anybody for that matter, if I ever meet her again. You see, the thing is she's real. She's as real as you can get. And it does kind of suck I'm too stubborn when I'm awake for this dream to ever become a reality. Then again, I don't think I even care anymore because what's that saying? Oh, right, life goes on.

Why the Ending to 'How I Met Your Mother' Was the Right Ending

I'm way behind schedule on this one, I know. There are several reasons for that, but the main reason is, that for the first time, I really didn't know what to write about. Then it hit me - one of my favorite shows went off air last week! With its conclusion leaving many viewers with rather mixed feelings (though it was mostly hatred towards the show's creators), it was something I had to use as a subject for this post. By the way, it should already be clear at this point that this post has major spoilers (Major Spoilers - *salutes*) ahead so if you haven't seen the finale of How I Met Your Mother yet, you might want to watch that first. Consider yourself warned. 

How I Met Your Mother, a show that was beloved by many (or at least it was right up til the last few minutes in the show's history), came to an end last week on Tuesday. The final episode spans roughly sixteen years during which it's revealed Barney and Robin got divorced after three years of (according to Barney successful) marriage, we see Barney return to his old womanizing ways, oh and yes, Ted finally meets the titular Mother. But wait, there's more! Not only is it revealed how Ted met The Mother, we also get to see them at the altar. Aaand mere seconds after that we see The Mother in a hospital gown as Future Ted gives away she got sick and died after they spent some ten years together, six years prior to him telling his story. The entire series concludes with Ted, encouraged by his kids who by now realize their father "totally has the hots for Aunt Robin", asking Robin out. It all happens a bit quickly, it was quicker than even I liked at first. But it wasn't nonsense as some "fans" might suggest. Quite the contrary.

People upset about the ending are just projecting their own version of the story based on what happens in all the other romantic comedies – you meet the One, you marry him or her, and you live happily ever after, because of course you do. The problem is, though, that stories don't typically end happily. What's more, our life stories don't end at all. And we saw that Ted's story didn't end when he met The Mother. Yeah, the final bit went by fast. Wonder why? Because the kids already knew all that. They knew what happened after their mother died so why tell them about it? Ted was telling a story of how he met their mom, a story about all the things that lead up to that moment, and eventually the moment of her death.

How I Met Your Mother was always a bit different from all the other sitcoms, it was always somewhat realistic in the whole relationship aspect because let's be honest - life isn't a Disney fairytale. The finale stayed true to that fact and it's a shame a lot of people couldn't see through that. I'm glad I'm one of those who can honestly say that this show was and always will be legen- wait for it- dary! Legendary! (You know I had to.)