Nothing’s sad ’til it’s over. Then everything is.
Doctor Who’s season finale had, as it always does, moments that made me reflect upon my own life. Good writing does that, and I often take lines from TV shows, movies, novels, comics, etc… and extrapolate them into my own life, what I am going through and fit them into how I see and exploain the world.
The Doctor has broken the rules (duh) and has taken his companion Clara out of reality in the moment before her death and is attempting to make it so that death, which has happened, does not happen. In the previous episode, he was trapped and had to basically solve a puzzle, and fight his way through a McGuffin in order to get to where he could do such a thing. And, in order to do so, it took time. Lots of time. Over 2 billions years. Yeah, I know, but it’s Science Fantasy.
And when he is struggling through another plot puzzle to save Clara, his companion, she finds out what he had gone through to save her:
Clara gives her such a stare – turns back to the Doctor.
(Turning to the Doctor)
Four and a half billion years…
If she says so.
Why would you even do that? I was
dead already! I was dead and gone,
Doctor, and you were in hell.
Why would you do that to yourself??
On the Doctor. He just looks faintly perplexed – a frown of
almost childish puzzlement. Like he doesn’t understand why
anyone would ask that question.
I had a duty of care.
That. That right there. The whole idea encapsulated there. He didn’t understand why should would ask the question.
He had a duty of care.
THAT is what friendship means to me. I don’t toss the word around lightly or give it away on whims to people I’ve known at work for a week or two. It is a deeper connection, a belief that this other person has meaning to you and you take on a duty of care.
“People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn’t have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or at most third meeting, birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they barely met, and everyone just loves everyone. As a result when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn’t much heard. “ – David E. Kelley
And this, the long way about, is why I don’t make friends easily. It’s not that I am broken, as I have thought all of these years. It’s that I take it seriously and why I tell the people I call my friends that they matter to me.