Remembering House
So, because it's the one-year anniversary of the "House" finale, I wanted to write a little bit about what the show means to me. I haven't had much time lately to put anything together, so this won't be some polished essay, just my thoughts and feelings. Here goes.
I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live. - Deuteronomy 30:19
Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. - John 15:13
It seems ironic that Bible verses come to mind when thinking about a show like "House". Yet these two, along with 1st Corinthians 13, have popped into my head at different times over the last year. Because I think ultimately, "House" was about love and choosing between life and death.
I think I first started watching "House" in 2008, when I caught a rerun of "It's a Wonderful Lie". I liked it, and eventually started watching more episodes, until I became a regular viewer during Season 5. At some point, I started shipping House/Wilson and getting into fanfic and fandom, although I still enjoyed everything about the show (yes, even House/Cuddy, lol!) and never watched just for H/W.
I don't know exactly why I love the show so much, but it was, and still is, such an important part of my life. I've watched "House" in Hawaii and North Carolina, and I still remember passing some random guy on the street in Sydney, Australia who was wearing an 'Everybody lies' T-shirt. Massive Attack was also playing at the Sydney Opera House during the week I was there. The show was one of the things that inspired me to travel, go back to school, and start chasing my dreams. No matter how hard things got in real life, I always had "House", either to watch or to participate in the fandom (even though I've always been more of a lurker and reader than an active participant).
I've been involved in several fandoms and gone through many obsessions (Dancing With The Stars, The Simpsons, Star Wars, Sweet Valley, Rocky, The Saddle Club, Thoroughbred, Family Guy, and L.M. Montgomery's books, to name a few), and I still like all of them, but House was different. Something about the show and the characters was just so special. House and Wilson's relationship especially, even if you look at it as strictly friendship, just felt so real and honest and loving. I sincerely wanted them to be happy. I'm not delusional - I know it's a fictional show, and fictional characters, but on some level it is all very real.
And I think that feeling, and that sense of connection, is what made it hurt so much when it ended. I felt like I lost a real-life friend, someone I'd known for years and spent a lot of time with and had so much fun with. I was crying every day for months, and sometimes it took all my energy just to get out of bed. It felt like part of me was missing. On a Monday night at the end of September, when "House" usually would have premiered, I sat at my computer listening to music and crying so much I thought I'd never stop.
But it's that same feeling, that love and that connection to the show, that's also helped me to live again. Like I said earlier, I think that was one of the main themes of the show. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how dark things look, you always have a choice to either lay down and die or to get up, take a couple of steps, fall on your ass, and get up again. I remember while I was watching the finale, at one point when House was in that burning building, I was actually whispering to the TV, "Get up. Get out of there." To me, it's the same message as the Rocky movies. Get up. Keep fighting. Don't be afraid to dream, or live, or love.
"Every silver lining's got a touch of grey..." 'Touch of Grey,' The Grateful Dead
I didn't want it to end at all. But I was hoping that at least it would be a happy ending. I didn't want any of the characters to die, especially not House or Wilson. I did like the final arc, even though I was scared it would all fall apart in the end. But it turned out to be perfect. Bittersweet, yes, but hopeful. There's the possibility of a future. There are so many stories that can still be told. In the end, it was all about love and choosing to live. In my mind, Wilson is cured, and House and Wilson are happy wherever they are, and Cuddy's happy wherever she is, and everyone else's lives are good, too. That's all just my viewpoint, of course.
Even though none of them will ever see this, I just want to say thank you to the cast and crew for so many great years. "House" was truly something special and will never be forgotten. I also want to say thank you to everyone at house_wilson, especially all the amazing fanfic authors. Love you all.
I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live. - Deuteronomy 30:19
Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. - John 15:13
It seems ironic that Bible verses come to mind when thinking about a show like "House". Yet these two, along with 1st Corinthians 13, have popped into my head at different times over the last year. Because I think ultimately, "House" was about love and choosing between life and death.
I think I first started watching "House" in 2008, when I caught a rerun of "It's a Wonderful Lie". I liked it, and eventually started watching more episodes, until I became a regular viewer during Season 5. At some point, I started shipping House/Wilson and getting into fanfic and fandom, although I still enjoyed everything about the show (yes, even House/Cuddy, lol!) and never watched just for H/W.
I don't know exactly why I love the show so much, but it was, and still is, such an important part of my life. I've watched "House" in Hawaii and North Carolina, and I still remember passing some random guy on the street in Sydney, Australia who was wearing an 'Everybody lies' T-shirt. Massive Attack was also playing at the Sydney Opera House during the week I was there. The show was one of the things that inspired me to travel, go back to school, and start chasing my dreams. No matter how hard things got in real life, I always had "House", either to watch or to participate in the fandom (even though I've always been more of a lurker and reader than an active participant).
I've been involved in several fandoms and gone through many obsessions (Dancing With The Stars, The Simpsons, Star Wars, Sweet Valley, Rocky, The Saddle Club, Thoroughbred, Family Guy, and L.M. Montgomery's books, to name a few), and I still like all of them, but House was different. Something about the show and the characters was just so special. House and Wilson's relationship especially, even if you look at it as strictly friendship, just felt so real and honest and loving. I sincerely wanted them to be happy. I'm not delusional - I know it's a fictional show, and fictional characters, but on some level it is all very real.
And I think that feeling, and that sense of connection, is what made it hurt so much when it ended. I felt like I lost a real-life friend, someone I'd known for years and spent a lot of time with and had so much fun with. I was crying every day for months, and sometimes it took all my energy just to get out of bed. It felt like part of me was missing. On a Monday night at the end of September, when "House" usually would have premiered, I sat at my computer listening to music and crying so much I thought I'd never stop.
But it's that same feeling, that love and that connection to the show, that's also helped me to live again. Like I said earlier, I think that was one of the main themes of the show. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how dark things look, you always have a choice to either lay down and die or to get up, take a couple of steps, fall on your ass, and get up again. I remember while I was watching the finale, at one point when House was in that burning building, I was actually whispering to the TV, "Get up. Get out of there." To me, it's the same message as the Rocky movies. Get up. Keep fighting. Don't be afraid to dream, or live, or love.
"Every silver lining's got a touch of grey..." 'Touch of Grey,' The Grateful Dead
I didn't want it to end at all. But I was hoping that at least it would be a happy ending. I didn't want any of the characters to die, especially not House or Wilson. I did like the final arc, even though I was scared it would all fall apart in the end. But it turned out to be perfect. Bittersweet, yes, but hopeful. There's the possibility of a future. There are so many stories that can still be told. In the end, it was all about love and choosing to live. In my mind, Wilson is cured, and House and Wilson are happy wherever they are, and Cuddy's happy wherever she is, and everyone else's lives are good, too. That's all just my viewpoint, of course.
Even though none of them will ever see this, I just want to say thank you to the cast and crew for so many great years. "House" was truly something special and will never be forgotten. I also want to say thank you to everyone at house_wilson, especially all the amazing fanfic authors. Love you all.