Original Release: 4/30/18
So… I don’t know if I’ve ever made it clear, but I love Doctor Who. Like a lot. It’s kind of my favorite TV show. Ever.
Now, the show has it’s ups and downs. Season 9 nearly lost me entirely, and that was after Season 6, 7 and 8 lost a lot of people due to the show’s change in direction. Hell, even the most beloved seasons had some really terrible episodes. Season 2 had the stupid video-blog romance episode with that one blonde dude, Season 3 had Martha (yes, the entire character) so on and so forth. But I love the show regardless.
Another thing I love is endings. A good ending can perfectly encapsulate and conclude a story. If an ending puts a perfect little bow on a story, it can make you love the story so much more. As much as the Doctor hates endings, I love ’em.
You can probably see where I’m going with this.
Doctor Who needs to end. I don’t know when, but it does. Otherwise, the show will eventually grow stale and die an unsatisfying death. It’ll be an extremely difficult and delicate process to do this, but if done well it can make the show so much better.
But here’s the thing: I don’t want it to end.
Like I said, I love this show to bits. As much as I want it to end, I don’t want to say good-bye to the Doctor. I don’t want to see the TARDIS finally close it’s doors and disappear for the last time. I don’t want to see the Doctor sail off into the sunset. I don’t want it to end.
At the same time, I do.
Half of me would be happy and content if Jodie Whitaker were the last Doctor. The other half would be heartbroken forever. All of me knows that if the show lasts forever, it’ll eventually stop making me happy. All of me also doesn’t care and wants to ride that train out until the end.
The show that I want to end, but I never want to see end. The show I want to outlive, yet at the same time, the show I want to outlive me. It’s a heartbreaking cycle that I don’t think will ever leave me fully satisfied.
That is my Doctor Who Paradox.