I just started watching House about a month ago and between House and Firefly, I have had a slow epiphany. That I used to be like House but I am like Wilson now. Before the desire to wear my "universal love" for all things animate and inanimate on my face took over me, I was much more open in my dealings, or at least I did not constantly act like an emotional cripple which is how my vanity mixed with my romanticism had been trying to resolve the unresolved.
Of course one need not go around being a jerk all the time but perhaps it would be beneficial not to let one's deepest self steer the course of ones life in so ordinary a fashion. Though it does run the risk of making me socialy unpopular and a misfit... but.. wait... I already am socialy unpopular and a misfit :p
I write this with a certain irony of course :p a House like creature would never write this but as long as it serves the purpose to reminding me my resolve of being intellectually honest.
House from lines in the sands.
Dr. House: Why would you feel sorry for someone that gets to opt out of the inane courteous formalities which are utterly meaningless, insincere and therefore degrading? This kid doesn't have to pretend to be interested in your back pain, your secretions or your grandma's itchy place. Imagine how liberating it would be to live a life free of all the mind-numbing social niceties. I don't pity this kid - I envy him.
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