you know what’s weighing on my heart? Sherlock. I feel even closer to the character now. Who he is, and who he is trying to be. His defences and insecurities, his nobler aspirations. His paralysing fear of the fly in the ointment, his bravery in the face of ridicule. Sherlock Holmes discovering his capacity to love (and by god, he can love).
I think what the Special did for us (or me, at least) is to remind us why he is the titular character, and reveal the depths to which we empathise and identify with him. To get into the tortured mind of this lonely, scared, and utterly human genius, and find reflected in his self-doubt our own. This was tptb hammering the point home, not a detective show, a show about a detective, the most universal story ever told of a protagonist: who am I? And everything else flows from there.
So please please please, don’t hold back from spreading your love for this show and Moftisson, or for Sherlock Holmes and John Watson and their extraordinary love story, or any other passion (on tumblr or at home or wherever else). There will be the inevitable chorus of ‘lol why do you care so much’ (as if that’s what needs to be fixed with thisworld, that people care ‘too’ much), but you just keep loving what you love and drown that shit out.
