Last January me and my flatmates suffered from this really disgusting addiction. More a disease it was. Brought to us by I don’t remember who, three DVDs containing no more than five germs. But what germs! I had never before seen such aggressive and annoying creatures, awesome and legendary at the same time! Barney is the star for sure! But Ted is so cute. And Robin is there for certain reasons too. But what would the show be without Marshall and Lily. The couple usually ends up quite underrated, totally wrongfully. Marshall rocks plus he is a lawyer

Their stories, jokes and meditations kept us busy during the days that we were supposed to spend studying for our exams. During the last semestre we were impatiently anticipating Tuesdays to see the newest edition of How I Met Your Mother. And we even stopped gossipping about our ex-classmates and substituted this activity with discussing the future of Barney and Robin together, the mother and let’s not forget the goat. We used to remind each other of the jokes, we quoted the catch phrases and catch words. I’m going to make a confession. We almost tried to apply How I Met Your Mother lifestyle to ours. We talked about ourselves as the likes of the characters. Our relationships could have been described by referring to the ones displayed on the series. Yeah, you got me, I’m exaggerating. But I’m doing this because I would like to build the suspense and make you eager to read the rest of this rubbish writing. Anyway…the story continues….

We had fun, it was good while it lasted but now we’re past it. They went and screwed it up. The others started to watch “our series” and they liked it to and they took for granted what was sacred to us. Their speeches were full of “awesomeness” and they totally overused “legendary” and we had to “wait for it”. What once had been our sublime internal humour became profane. Quoting How I Met Your Mother will never be what it used to. Shame, shame. I guess that is just how the world works. When there is something magic that means a lot of things for a community it loses this magic as soon as a not likeable person abuses the something. Happens all the time with books, songs and bands. Once they start to enjoy wide popularity, the original admirers feel hurt and deceived because they have not the right to feel unique anymore. What up?