muserevival // 007.6. Canon prompt
Write a diary entry from your character with their thoughts of a specific event that deeply impacted on their life.
HOUSE 8x22 SERIES FINALE SPOILERS
I'm pretty sure House would just mock me if I referred to him as an "event", but considering he impacted on my life with more force than a natural disaster, it seems like a fitting enough catch-all description. Because he wasn't just a man, he was an entire vortex that literally changed my life more than any other one thing I ever went through. Which is saying something, considering I nearly became a priest and years down the track ended up a murderer. Not that anyone can prove I did it, and I still stand by my convictions on that one. One life for the sake of thousands, I hope the evil bastard is rotting his in very deep grave.
I sometimes wonder how different I would have turned out if I never accepted that job with House. Sure, he would probably still tell people that I only got the job because my father made a call, but in all honesty, he riled me up so much I told him to stick his job, so he gave it to m anyway. That really should have clued me in to just how much the job would change my life. Only, it was never the job, and always House. As many of the years that passed that I knew him, I never did manage to ever quite read him. Because like House, I loved puzzles, though maybe for a whole lot of different reasons to him. He knew I loved puzzles too. He knew I was trying to figure him out right from the first moment I met him, and he took great pride in make sure I never quite knew what way he was going to turn. And fuck, every time I thought I had it figured out, he would pull the rug out from under me again. Firing me, framing me, exposing me, you name it.
Yet, even though he's gone now, I'll never hate him. Hell, over the years, did I want to. I despised him, I wanted him to hurt, and I wanted to cause that hurt a lot of the time... I think everyone did at one point or another. Wilson was right. House was an ass. It's about all he truly was deep down, but I loved him. We all loved him, and none of us will admit to that out loud in case he decides he wants to come back to haunt us and sing infuriating versions of Innagadadavida whil you're on the shitter. I do pity the poor bastard he picks to haunt, I really do, because House will never truly leave this world. He's going to live on long, hard and fast in all of us, and in everything we know.
And even though now my name is in shiny litters across his glass office door and I sit in his chair behind his desk and write on his whiteboard, none of it will ever be mine. Just like the very life I am living right now wouldn't be the life I would have if I never met House. Sure, I blame him for now being a lonely miserable bastard too, pushing middle age who can't nab a decent relationship to save myself, but without what House gave me, I probably would never have gotten this far. I would have still been a lonely miserable bastard, pushing middle age, but superficial, stupid, arrogant and just another blip on the radar that is a world full of insignificant wankers. House made me the person I am today, and it's a person I finally don't hate. I'm going to miss that inglorious bastard, and fuck knows he'll never rest in peace.
Hasta la vista, Greg. I'll see you in Hell, and we'll stop for a few hard shots of liquor on the ride down.
HOUSE 8x22 SERIES FINALE SPOILERS
I'm pretty sure House would just mock me if I referred to him as an "event", but considering he impacted on my life with more force than a natural disaster, it seems like a fitting enough catch-all description. Because he wasn't just a man, he was an entire vortex that literally changed my life more than any other one thing I ever went through. Which is saying something, considering I nearly became a priest and years down the track ended up a murderer. Not that anyone can prove I did it, and I still stand by my convictions on that one. One life for the sake of thousands, I hope the evil bastard is rotting his in very deep grave.
I sometimes wonder how different I would have turned out if I never accepted that job with House. Sure, he would probably still tell people that I only got the job because my father made a call, but in all honesty, he riled me up so much I told him to stick his job, so he gave it to m anyway. That really should have clued me in to just how much the job would change my life. Only, it was never the job, and always House. As many of the years that passed that I knew him, I never did manage to ever quite read him. Because like House, I loved puzzles, though maybe for a whole lot of different reasons to him. He knew I loved puzzles too. He knew I was trying to figure him out right from the first moment I met him, and he took great pride in make sure I never quite knew what way he was going to turn. And fuck, every time I thought I had it figured out, he would pull the rug out from under me again. Firing me, framing me, exposing me, you name it.
Yet, even though he's gone now, I'll never hate him. Hell, over the years, did I want to. I despised him, I wanted him to hurt, and I wanted to cause that hurt a lot of the time... I think everyone did at one point or another. Wilson was right. House was an ass. It's about all he truly was deep down, but I loved him. We all loved him, and none of us will admit to that out loud in case he decides he wants to come back to haunt us and sing infuriating versions of Innagadadavida whil you're on the shitter. I do pity the poor bastard he picks to haunt, I really do, because House will never truly leave this world. He's going to live on long, hard and fast in all of us, and in everything we know.
And even though now my name is in shiny litters across his glass office door and I sit in his chair behind his desk and write on his whiteboard, none of it will ever be mine. Just like the very life I am living right now wouldn't be the life I would have if I never met House. Sure, I blame him for now being a lonely miserable bastard too, pushing middle age who can't nab a decent relationship to save myself, but without what House gave me, I probably would never have gotten this far. I would have still been a lonely miserable bastard, pushing middle age, but superficial, stupid, arrogant and just another blip on the radar that is a world full of insignificant wankers. House made me the person I am today, and it's a person I finally don't hate. I'm going to miss that inglorious bastard, and fuck knows he'll never rest in peace.
Hasta la vista, Greg. I'll see you in Hell, and we'll stop for a few hard shots of liquor on the ride down.