Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Farewell, House

It's been over a week now since the show House M.D. bid us all good bye with a final episode.

I tried writing this farewell post last week after watching the finale, but I couldn't get my words together. I guess when something is over, it's human nature to only want to think of it fondly, and  I wanted to write something meaningful: a eulogy of sorts, befitting the spirit of the finale. But no words came to mind, and I guess it just took a week's time to realize that to me this wasn't death but a breakup.

I've always joked that House and I were in a committed relationship for better or for worse, but I've known for a while I had lost my affection towards the show. Eight years is no short time to have spent knowing House. But honestly, I'm glad it's over.

Those eight years encompassed my last year of high school, the entirety of my undergraduate career, and these three years I've been out in the "real world." For me it felt right to be in with House during those years in college, but the show changed and I changed and the fit just wasn't right anymore.

I'm glad to have known the show when I did. I have many fond memories of it. I think it's time that I moved on to something different. In the spirit of looking forward, farewell, House.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

At Twenty-Something

There is something about being twenty-something that makes life seem so substantially overwhelming. It's a restless spirit that's different from that of being a teenager. I always thought that being a teenager would be the ultimate stage of feeling stuck, but the older I get I feel that life is like slogging deeper and deeper purposefully into the mud in hopes of finding solid ground.

At least as a teenager I thought it was just a part of adolesence. It was a phase, a necessary transitional stage in life. I was going through puberty, and as horrific as that was I at least had the belief that whatever was on the other side was going to better. I thought at the end of puberty I would emerge as an adult. As a caterpillar metaphorphes into a butterfly, I thought I too would become this other person that would bear very little physical resemblance to what was. Unfortunately, it was just a misconception.