Kids, sit down. I'm gonna tell you a story about how a show connected with me on a very personal basis. No, you're not in trouble and no, I'm not gonna be super cheesy as I write it.
I haven't always told the whole story with certain things, and I probably still won't tell all the bits and pieces. But, I haven't really written anything wacky like this in a while, especially not here. So I thought me maybe I'd give it a go now that I just finished watching the season finale and I have some pretty ridiculous, extreme feels going on.
I just wrote "extreme feels" on this site. I don't think I've done that before. Blame Tumblr. Anyway...
This is going to connect two curious things that have come up in my life in recent memory. One is the obvious one based on the hackneyed title; the bit about how I started watching How I Met Your Mother seriously since the last bit of last year. The other one, well, goes back to a very, very, very long story that at times I've been extremely specific about and at more relatively recent times extremely vague and cryptic...
...Yeah, this story might involve a girl or two... also, HIMYM spoilers if you didn't watch the finale yet. This disclaimer has wrecked a pretty nice lead-in, so I hope it's appreciated...
