“The odd thing is, Harry,“ he said softly, "that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll’s prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom.”
I wanted to write some formal stuff about T6T now that I’m on a real keyboard. I spent the entire night just sifting through people’s very angry, upset, hurt posts about John, Sherlock, Mary, and even Molly. I think people need to step back and realize what this show is actually about: human beings.
I grew up in a hugely broken home. My mother’s 6 year relationship with the man of her dreams was shattered when he cheated on her after 6 months of being married. Our lives effectively ended as she spiraled into alcoholism and a massive depression which eventually killed her. I’ve grown up literally thinking that cheating on your spouse is how Satan prepares you for your eternity in the boiling shit cauldron of Hell. In short: I. Hate. Cheaters.
Naturally, when I saw what John was engaging in, my anger shot up like a piss volcano. My instant reaction was fury, to drop the man and his character like a hot dog patty. But then, I remembered, that this show has one true characteristic above all others: human beings are not just one thing. People, are flawed. People, are never ever perfect, no matter how much they try to be.
Listen to what Mary said to John. She said it was so hard to try and live up to the perfection that she thought John was. That perfection is (and ALWAYS has been, y’all) a facade. I never did understand why people thought John was an angel when it’s demonstrated in the very first episode that he is NOT. I was able to see that, but I was able to see his goodness too. Same with Sherlock.
Ironically, both of these idiots have spent the better half of 3 seasons trying to BE perfect. It’s a lie. It can never be. The irony of Sherlock calling out Mary’s “facade” in HLV just…I sat there grinning from ear to ear because honey you are ALL operating behind a facade. Every single one of you. John thinks he wants a quiet life but in actuality he is drawn to catastrophic danger. Copy that verbatim for Mary. Sherlock thinks he’s a perfect thinking machine without emotion, yet he sits and bawls over his childhood pet. Molly thinks she wants a normal dude who goes to pubs but instead she really wants “a high functioning sociopath”. For God’s sake Mrs. Hudson used to help run a drug ring. Mycroft is perfectly fine covering up murders, sending out assassins, whatever it takes to keep his interests intact. Ha ha ha these people are aaaaall fuuuuuucked.
Now, I am still furious with John. John was ultimately responsible for his family’s destruction. It was inevitable. His undying love for danger, despite having a newborn baby in his life, put him and his family on a collision course with tragedy. Sherlock added to this, but he did not cause it directly. If John had truly been a responsible dad he’d have picked up and moved his family to the damned suburbs or something and quit solving cases with Sherlock…but he didn’t. Now, he’ll have to deal with that guilt. The guilt of being a major reason why his baby girl will now grow up motherless. Sherlock was responsible for the final straw, but John was responsible for the haystack.
And that’s the point of Sherlock. These people are all terribly, helplessly broken. I think the most pure person in this show is Molly Hooper, and she’s not perfect either. There’s only ever been one perfect human being and they nailed Him to a cross.
Having said all of this, and while John’s actions in T6T I found to be absolutely unlikable, reprehensible, and gross…I know he is just a man. His life was changing at an alarming pace. A new baby, from what I have heard, throws couples into turmoil all the time. The man still suffers from mental illness. He is now a single father, hates his best friend (he’ll get over it, y’all, the writing will make sure of that), and his wife went to her grave believing he was a perfect person when he knows in his heart he is anything but. John Watson made his bed, and he’ll lie in it forever now. It will now be his personal journey to redeem himself for what has happened. Sherlock has been on his own personal journey for, well, ever. Now it’s John’s turn. I’m willing to give him the same chance I’ve given to his stupid friend.
No one is perfect in Sherlock. No one is perfect in life. That’s the point. We can sit and hate the people who’ve wronged us, and believe me, I still hold a lot of hate in my heart for my stepdad for turning my mother into a pile of rubbish and causing me to grow up a mess of a person. But in the end, it makes zero positive difference in my life. That hate is an anchor on me, a weight I don’t want and am still filing at it’s chain to free myself from.
We forgive or we don’t, but we move on regardless of what choice we make. We’ll have to see if John Watson makes better choices in the future. For that little baby girl…he’d better. I’m willing to wait and see.