There must be a German word for that sad, but fulfilled, yet lonely feeling one gets when a favorite TV show ends. Much like a novel where you feel completely submerged into a story and characters, you never want it to end. Even if you may not want to see each other once a week, you still want to be able to check in now and again to see how things are progressing. It was time for How I Met Your Mother to end, even if I wanted it to continue on forever, but I don’t really know how I feel about it being gone.
This isn’t a spoiler. The end of the show was ruined for me when I popped on to my computer to check a dinner recipe and Twitter was up on the screen. Insensitive East Coast people! I probably thought something worse about those dropping spoilers, but the damage was done and I won’t repeat the end, though I think the spoiler statute of limitations should only be about 24 hours.
This show that I dearly love ended fine. I expected a roller coaster of emotions, but it didn’t come. I felt weepy when Ted described his love for the mother, but I expected to do the ugly cry over this episode and that didn’t happen. But because the emotions were not extreme, does it feel a little less monumental? Yeah, it does, a little. I like a tidy ending and I got one, but I wish it was a little more…more.
I can’t remember many shows last episodes. I hated Seinfeld’s end, but the others that I most definitely watched don’t stand out in my memory. Of course I want all of these people I care about to continue on forever, but at the same time I don’t. The Big Bang Theory characters are getting too old for their slow maturing characters. I’m glad HIMYM ended before the audience left. I don’t remember the end of Friends because I’d moved on already.
I will continue watching in syndication because I consider the reruns comfort shows to be watched when totally exhausted at the end of a hard day. I love the way HIMYM bounced around in time so even though the show ended now, we saw the future. Still, I hope some day down the road there is a reunion show at the shared beach house with more inside jokes and bro code references. I guess this feeling is why fan fiction exists.
The finality is the reminder that this was all fiction and these aren’t people we really know. That is the lonely part that I hate.