There are a whole lot of people who are really angry about how How I Met Your Mother ended its show finale last night. And, in truth, much of the feedback is correct. It was a heavy-handed, disjointed, costume-riddled mess that tried to do too much in 40 minutes.
But, it really doesn’t matter what happened to the individual characters to me. There was a better message and my very extraordinary friend, Amber, nailed it:
Life is a mess. Life is the most complicated thing any human is charged with dealing with. Sometimes we do it well, sometimes we fuck it up beyond all recognition. It’s makes for good television and good reading sometimes, but it’s exhausting in reality.
Hope’s a bad strategy, but amazing friends are not. Time can kill deals, but, given enough of it, it can heal, too. I’d like to think, like Amber said, everything will probably be okay.
Especially if we hold hands.