Tuesday, March 16, 2010

How I Met Your Mother

I've been watching this show called "How I Met Your Mother". I just finished the first season as a matter of fact.
It's got a cast of wildly funny and interesting characters, often witty dialogues, ludicrously bizarre situations, and to top it all off: a guy called Barney. How often is it that you see someone called Barney in a show, or a movie even? Barney just isn't used anymore!

Anyways, it's a sitcom set in New York, the big apple. For the characters we have Ted the overly romantic single who is craving someone to marry, a bit like a friend of mine (except the romantic part), Marshall the supporting friend who always knows what Ted needs, Lily the best friend's girlfriend who fits every description for coolest girl ever, Robin the hot friend that Ted is crazily in love with, and of course Barney the lovable jerk who hits on every girl he talks to... and their moms.

The show is basically a story of five friends doing stupid stuff in New York. Each episode is another recollection of an act of complete idiocy by Ted as he continues hopelessly to find the girl he is destined to marry, filled in by more insanity from his friends, and finished with (sometimes over 2 episodes) Ted being alone and single again.

It makes me wonder, people try so hard to get girls, constantly thinking of ways to attract them, going to the gym to get bigger guns to impress them. And at the end of the day, they just become single all over again. The relentlessness of desperate (even though they want admit it) single guys never ceases to astound me. You can tell by the way they wear their hair that they want girls to look at them twice. By the way they stalk girls' facebook profiles so that at the very moment the relationship status becomes "single", they swarm in with statements like "hey whaat uP!! how hav u been, we shud hang out somtime now tht u r single again" (all the while unaware of how a fourth grader in China could spell better than they can).

It's the little things that give them away. They cannot stop talking about girls and their supposed indifference towards them. For them life is an unending parade of different girls. They write blogs about how they hate people who never stops thinking about girls. Wait... Not the last part. The point is, every guy wants a girl he can love. Some do it with style while others just think with their penis. Whatever happened to sports, philosophy, and purely platonic relationships (in the modern sense)? Have we cast away the beauty and meaning behind friendships in exchange for someone we can hold onto at night? Have we thrown out the idea of an eternally loving God for a fleeting moment of being loved? Girlfriends are good, it's just... priorities people!

Me? I'm in Canada, nothing against Canadians, but I just have no one I want to impress here. All the girls I know are either taken, gay, or way too normal for me. Normal... can't have that can we? Oh, and no Taiwanese. Seriously, where have all the Taiwanese gone? (none of that CBC stuff) The only Taiwanese I met was some guy in a suit. Who wears a suit on campus? Actually I did one day... Crap.