I watched the season finale of House today. All this time I've been thinking that I'm Cuddy, but I'm not, I'm Wilson. I'm the one who again and again tries to say the right thing or do the right thing to get someone else out of their pit. I'm sappy, I want to make a difference, and I really truly believe that maybe someday I can drive someone to take action and change. All this time I've been figuring that I'm Cuddy; beautiful, independent, and almost foolishly hopeful. Maybe I am those traits, but I'm not her. I'm Wilson, who picks up the mess that House is after Cuddy breaks his heart. That's why I always pseudo date guys. They're a mess over whatever or whoever their Cuddy is. And then I sweep in, like Wilson, never tiring, never giving up, 100% dedicated to the sick, twisted relationship. Why? Because I think I can help. Because I want to help. I feel like it's my duty to help, if I can.
Actually, if I'm any House character, I'm Stacy, but that was seasons ago.
I clearly think about this too much. But, I think the show is true to the human condition. There's no pretty solution. Life is tough. Life is unfair. Sometimes, we don't get the answers, or worse yet, the answers just don't make sense. There's just a lot in the show that is relatable for me. I appreciate relatable.
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