I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware.
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.
Expectations. Doing the “RIGHT” thing, being dictated by the people around you. Being a disappointment by failing to meet the “standards”.
Caught in the undertow indeed.
Kids, back in 2012, your aunt Robin wanted to do something more with her life. So she took her love of guns to an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D and fought alongside the Avengers.
Now, your Uncle Barney and I took it pretty hard; she was getting to spend a lot of time with another billionaire playboy, this guy named Tony Stark. Your Uncle Barney almost went crazy when he found out the guy had a metal suit.
“It shoots fireballs, Ted! He looks like a freakin’ storm trooper!”
Because we all know Iron Man gets everything he wants.
Think before you speak and act.
I’ve always lived by this rule - because most of the things I might say or do out of a troubled heart always turn out to be a bad thing, and what was said and done can not be taken back. There’s a virtue in silence.
And my troubles? I keep it with me until they fade, the ill-feelings at least. There’s strength in being able to do that. There’s satisfaction in shouting out to everyone that you’re hurt, who offended you, and your side that will almost always be biased - but what good is that for? Sympathy can only take you so far. And peace is out-of-hand.
Ted: I used to believe in destiny. You know? I’d go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that’s been stuck in my head all week, and I’d think, “Wow, hey — maybe she’s the one.” Now I think, “I just know that bitch is going to take the last whole wheat everything bagel.”
Robin: You’ve just been focused on work.
Ted: No. It’s more than that. I’ve stopped believing. Not in some depressed, I’m-gonna-cry-during-my-toast way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It’s just, everyday, I think I believe a little less, and a little less, and a little less, and that sucks. What do I do about that, Scherbatsky?
Robin: You’re Ted Mosby. You start believing again.
Ted: In what? Destiny?
Robin: Chemistry. If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing.
Ted: What’s that?
Robin: Timing. But timing’s a bitch.
-HIMYM S07E01: The Best Man
The old has gone, the new has come. Sup 2012!
Uhuh.
That moment you realize you’re dancing to the song about you.
