When I read the last page of the last Harry Potter book, I was done. I didn't need to visit the Potterverse any more. That was the end. I finished the fanfic stories I was in the middle of at the time, and then no more. I didn't even watch the movies that came out after the book. It wasn't a ragequit or anything, it was just closure. I didn't cease to be a fan, but I just get nothing by going back. (Fortunately, I had just recently discovered Eddie Izzard then, because Harry Potter was my previous primary fandom, and it would have left a huge gap if my next primary fandom hadn't already fortuitously come along!)
How I Met Your Mother just did the same thing to me. I'm done. Nothing gained by going back. I wouldn't watch a rerun now. I'm just done.
The ending was satisfyingly done for containing plot points I was dreading, but I'm still slightly mourning the fact that we aren't going to get to hang out with The Mother more. Which is appropriate, I suppose, but it seemed to really marginalize her with the combination of the pacing and the ultimate resolution of the final episodes.
I'm kind of glad I only recently joined this show. I think I would have had a negative emotional reaction if I'd been following it with bated breath for nine years.
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