I can’t believe after nine years it’s finally over. And while I’m still trying to process the ending as I sit at my desk when I should be sleeping, I think the beauty of HIMYM is that it always forced you to look at your own life and it made you appreciate all the memories along the way, no matter the end result.
God. In 2005 we still had MySpace. Think about how antiquated that sounds for a second.
I was just starting out, working my first real job, just like Ted, and just like Ted, I was going out at night, wondering if this was gonna be the night I’d meet the one.
Nine years later, and my college roommates are all married with kids, and so is my childhood friend Doc, who’s expecting his first son in June, but here I am, in no position to take that step, living like Uncle Jesse from Full House while I watch my younger brother raise his family.
To watch him while his daughter tries to wake him up in the morning, I can’t help but wish I was as lucky.
My favorite episode of HIMYM will always be the Slutty Pumpkin. It was the first episode I ever saw and for some reason, I can just identify with Ted as he waited hopelessly on the roof, waiting for the Slutty Pumpkin to come back into his life.
A distant second is the Game Night episode where we find out why Barney became Barney, and in a close third is Zip, Zip, Zip, when Robin and Barney have a bros night out.
There’s something about that first season that does it for me.
And now it’s over.
The characters have aged since the pilot, and so, too, have I. I mean, I freaking used to have hair back then. I guess it’s some kind of coincidence that I lost interest in the show around 2010, when I started to look a lot less like Ted and more like Ranjit.
I only found out about the last episode on Sunday, and when I did, I knew I had to watch it because, first, I’ve been waiting for this moment since 2005, and second, I wanted to feel some of that first season innocence again. I wanted to feel like Ted’s eyes in that pilot episode, and I wanted to see if he still had them in the series finale.
And the funny thing about that, was as he sat on the bench in the train station, sitting next to that old woman, I saw a glimpse of myself.
“Go talk to her,” she told Ted, and like I would’ve done, Ted snapped back and said, “All right. Just be cool, lady. Damn.”
Of course, I would’ve said it with a few expletives but it was pretty much on point.
For the first time in a while, it made me realize that I’m not so dead inside yet, and that I still have a little bit of that thing that makes people smile.
The generation before me has Friends, and the generation before that has Seinfeld, and now my generation has a show to call its own.
It’s not so bad when I think about it. Things could be a lot worse. I mean, I’d hate to think what the generation below me will do when The Big Bang Theory ends its run.
And with that, it’s getting a little late. No big ending or clever saying to end this blog entry.
We met the mother and realized that love is a lot more complicated than it seems, and for once, I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.