This is a tale of a knight in armor, and a girl who knew their love could never be. A tale of transformation and obsession. A tale of a soul in anguish and a television show.
And of my transformation from a simple, nerdy, college student, to a full-blown fan girl. (Well, I’m not quite there yet).
I blame Pinterest. I used to go on Pinterest all the time (before I found Tumblr) and, because I often visited the “geek” page, I saw a lot of pictures about this weird looking show called Sherlock–the television show about a modern-day Sherlock Holmes and his best friend, John Watson. At first, I hardly gave the pictures a second glance, but I soon began to examine them more closely, and thought to myself, “Hey, this looks pretty cool.” I began “liking” many Sherlock pictures–even though I knew nothing about it–and was very curious about the show.
Several months later, I decided to sate my curiosity. My cousin, sister, and I often get together to watch Doctor Who, but one evening that my sister couldn’t come, I said to my cousin, “Cousin, can we watch that show Sherlock?” Cousin replied, “Actually, I’ve been wanting to watch it myself.”* So, we watched the first episode.
I hated it.
I felt stupid and couldn’t keep up. It was not love at first sight.
Being a whiney baby about it, I complained to my cousin, whose eyes were glazed over and who said, “I think this is my favorite tv show.”
I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Well, I’ll give it another shot.”
The next episode went much better. I could actually understand it and I really began to feel a connection to the characters.
By the third episode, I was hooked. It was officially my favorite tv show, just like my cousin had said, and I had officially become a permanent fan girl. And my curiosity concerning the show had morphed into a slightly unhealthy addiction. I couldn’t wait to watch each of the next episodes at my cousin’s house and often pushed off my homework. I had fallen in love with the show, Cumberbatch, and Freeman. I even got two of my brothers and one sister interested, and now they like it, too! (Though not as much as I do).
I recently watched the finale of season two. (If I were emotional, I know I would have cried). I didn’t realize it was the last available episode, and when my cousin told me, I almost had a fit of sorrow. My soul! The feels! It all hit me at once. Now, I had to be normal like everyone else and WAIT.
If you have never seen Sherlock, I highly recommend it. I know that I say that about everything, but, seriously–this show is amazing. I beg of you–watch the first couple of episodes, at least.
And, now that I know Cumberbatch is in Star Trek: Into Darkness, I’m totally going to go see the movie in May.
Have you ever seen Sherlock? Do you like it? How do you think Sherlock Holmes did what he did in the finale of season two? (I said it that way so as to avoid spoiling it for anyone who hasn’t seen it).
Please comment ! I need to talk to some other geeks about the show!
*I may have gotten the story wrong…I have the worst memory on the planet.