Okay, folks, let's be real for a sec. Is it just me, or are we *secretly* hoping tonight's the LAST episode of This Is Us?
I know, I know! Gasp! Clutch your pearls! But hear me out.
The Pearson Family: We've Been Through A LOT
Seriously, haven't we cried enough? My tear ducts are practically bone dry. I think I've aged five years just watching the ups and downs of the Pearson family.
From Jack's tragic demise to Randall's anxiety to Kate's self-discovery journey (and Kevin... well, just Kevin), it's been a rollercoaster.
A very, very long, emotionally exhausting rollercoaster.
Remember the Early Days?
Remember when we actually enjoyed the show? Before every single episode required a box of tissues? I miss those days.
Back when Jack was alive and we thought their biggest problem was figuring out which college to send the Big Three to.
Simpler times, people. Simpler times.
Now, every flashback is laced with impending doom. Thanks, writers. Thanks a lot.
The Flash-Forwards: Are We There Yet?
And don't even get me started on the flash-forwards. We've seen them old. We've seen them *really* old. We've seen them in wheelchairs, gathered around deathbeds.
How many more glimpses of the future do we need? I get it. Life goes on. People die. You're not exactly breaking new ground here, This Is Us.
Frankly, it's starting to feel less like a story and more like a morbid family history lesson.
The "Unpopular Opinion" Zone
I know, I know. I'm probably committing television sacrilege right now. The #ThisIsUs fandom is a force to be reckoned with.
But someone has to say it! We're all thinking it, aren't we?
The show started strong but has run out of steam. Maybe it's time to let the Pearsons rest.
Before they find some *new* and inventive way to break our hearts.
My Dream Ending (That Will Never Happen)
Wouldn't it be amazing if, in the last episode, it turned out to be all a dream?
Like Pam's dream on Dallas, but, less… cheesy.
Jack wakes up, and it's just a regular Tuesday. They are all young. Kate is on a diet. Randall is not adopted. It's all erased.
Okay, maybe that's *too* unrealistic. But a girl can dream, right?
So, Is It Over? Please?
So, is tonight the night? Will the credits roll for the last time? I have mixed feelings.
Part of me will be relieved. Part of me will miss the Pearsons (a little).
But mostly, I'll be excited to reclaim my evenings and find a show that doesn't require me to keep a therapist on speed dial.
Because let’s be honest, watching This Is Us is basically therapy, right? A very, very expensive form of therapy that involves ordering takeout and ugly crying on the couch.
So, here's to hoping for a satisfying (and not *too* depressing) finale. And if not, well, there's always reruns of The Office.
Cheers to the end of an era… or at least, to the hope that it is!