So I’m walking home, a little drunk, thinking of exes and assholes and generally in a bad mood. As I’m crossing a street, a car starts honking. I run to the side and the kid driving goes “Hey! You tutored me!” And I said hey, waved back, kept walking. He turns, pulls over next to me and excitedly yells “I got into college! Haverford!” And it made my night a little less awful.
The series finale revealed that to the degree this is what the show seemed to be saying, the joke was on you. It was a nine-year long con (as James Poniewozik put it) that fooled you into thinking it wasn’t running on an engine of total cliché when – psych! – it totally was. Because it turned out that of course Ted wasn’t really saying everything matters, that your whole life is important, that you can still love people even if you don’t end up with them, that the good pieces and the bad pieces and the ups and the downs were all part of the story of how you wound up in the right place.
Posting mostly because I love Linda Holmes for suggesting that more pop culture should remind you that everything matters, your whole life is important, you can still love people even if you don’t end up with them, and the good pieces and the bad pieces and the ups and the downs are all part of the story of how you wind up in the right place.