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kellinatorIf you saw House last night, then you probably caught the wonderfully charged scene in which House, showing a rare bit of vulnerability, asks Stacy, "I need to know, do you love me or do you hate me?" And she tells him, "I love you and I hate you." Whereas she loves her husband and doesn't hate him; ergo, he wins.
And let's just say it hit really close to home.
Because most of us, I think, have fallen for that guy (or girl) before. The one who drives you absolutely stark-raving batshit insane, but who you can't stay away from anyway. Something keeps you coming back, and if you're honest with yourself, you'll probably admit it's the excitement. Every cranky, obnoxious thing he does makes the moment when he actually acts like a human being all that much sweeter. It's like training an animal: animals are best trained when they're not rewarded every time.
I love to watch House be an irascible bastard every week. I think everyone who has to put up with idiots would like to be House, at least for a day; to be able to tell people exactly how stupid you think they are and get away with it. But no matter how much I may love him for an hour a week, I could never actually put up with him in real life, and even if I could, it would be abusing myself to do it. No matter how appealing that bad boy (or girl) is, no matter how much fun in the short run, in the long run what you need is the good guy, the guy who keeps his promises, the guy who makes you feel safe, the guy who would never go through your medical records because he respects you too much to violate you like that, the guy who would never skewer you just because he thinks it's funny.
And lest any of you think that I'm pointing this at you, let me assure you that the person this is as directed at is myself. As always in this LiveJournal, when I say "you", I mean me.
And let's just say it hit really close to home.
Because most of us, I think, have fallen for that guy (or girl) before. The one who drives you absolutely stark-raving batshit insane, but who you can't stay away from anyway. Something keeps you coming back, and if you're honest with yourself, you'll probably admit it's the excitement. Every cranky, obnoxious thing he does makes the moment when he actually acts like a human being all that much sweeter. It's like training an animal: animals are best trained when they're not rewarded every time.
I love to watch House be an irascible bastard every week. I think everyone who has to put up with idiots would like to be House, at least for a day; to be able to tell people exactly how stupid you think they are and get away with it. But no matter how much I may love him for an hour a week, I could never actually put up with him in real life, and even if I could, it would be abusing myself to do it. No matter how appealing that bad boy (or girl) is, no matter how much fun in the short run, in the long run what you need is the good guy, the guy who keeps his promises, the guy who makes you feel safe, the guy who would never go through your medical records because he respects you too much to violate you like that, the guy who would never skewer you just because he thinks it's funny.
And lest any of you think that I'm pointing this at you, let me assure you that the person this is as directed at is myself. As always in this LiveJournal, when I say "you", I mean me.
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Date: 2005-11-16 06:31 pm (UTC)Also, yes, Munch and Kay 4EVAH. If I had enough stamina for two ridiculous cop procedural dramas, I'd still SVU solely for Munch.