Goodbye, House.

You know what the House television series has taught me?  Well, it’s taught me many things throughout the almost decade that I’ve been a regular fan of the show, but I’d like to go into detail about the progression.  For a bit of history my mom got me into the series when I was fairly young—just when it had begun.  I would sit and watch the episodes with either her, or alone by myself; looking and gazing intently at the sometimes almost grotesque images that they created for the show, and I immediately adored it.  All of it.  I looked on in admiration of the character House, and his incredible abilities, and was in awe at his snarky remarks and remarkable revelations.  His apathetic ways and understanding of the human mind were things that I aspired to make into my own—to apply to my life. 

It wasn’t a direct choice, but very subtly—in my deep subconscious—I was building my own way of thinking, and building it on top of a layering of the genius I saw as House.  This led me to love puzzles and logic all the more, because even before, I was always looking for the rational.  With the understanding I had gained from House though, I could direct it, learn from it, and act on my new found understanding of that most fundamental—and driving—question: “why?” That one, small word, made the show what it is (what it was), and is something so phenomenally powerful that it allows you to learn and do so much.  It’s what sculpted me into the person I am today. 

Other than this very simple change in me that was made by watching House, the next item on the list would be how it changed my viewpoint on Doctors themselves.  And how I wanted to be one.  I wanted to find the signs, I wanted to see the cause and effect—I wanted to save lives.  More than that though, I was envious of the puzzles, the power, and the control, that was put into the hands of nearly every character in the series.  I thought it was extraordinary.  I worked a bit here and there to accomplish my goal.  I’m here to tell you, here and there does not cut it in the medical profession.  I have always been exceptionally lazy, but working on the logistics of applying myself to both medical work and study did not suit well with me.  It is something I’m still unsure if I could ever do, but it wasn’t the only thing that was pressed into my skull as I watched eagerly for the next scene.  It was something deeper, something not directly seen.

It was that certain infatuation—that enduring love—for the writing, for the stories, that I watched unfold in front of my eyes.  I fell in love, like so, so, many others, with the wonderful cast and personas that were created over the course of the show.  I was, just, linked.  The writers paved the road for the characters, every step of the way was given to their feet.  The writing, the events that unfolded, and the actors that took the reigns of those people that had been authored life, everything made into a symphony of working function and clarity—while also being mystifying and alluring.  I can most assuredly say that that feeling will keep with all of us that have seen the series.

So, to put it bluntly, House made me want to learn; to understand; to achieve; to feel; and most importantly, to write.  To write and craft my own worlds and stories, to bring to life characters and people that I would want others to find and see—to hold on to.  I truly hope that I have that opportunity, and if/ when I do, I will be giving House a good bit of the credit.  Here’s to the show that’s just ended on the national screen, and to the characters and world that will live on in our minds and memories.  So long.

 
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