Night nurse considers getting healthy

I hate getting into “live” fandoms… I want to know ahead of time if everyone hated the ending, or if they cancelled it suddenly without finishing it! I do NOT want to know HOW it ends. I just want to be sure I can enjoy the whole thing without waiting 5 years for the next installment and then finding out they got bored and moved on. Or died.
I once loaned my sister a book and she loved it and read the blurb at the back that said there were plans to write a sequel. She got very excited. I had to tell her that Louis L’Amour died in 1988 without ever writing that sequel to The Walking Drum. I did think she knew he was dead.

We are currently waiting for new seasons of Bosch and Only Murders in the Building. I do not like this. I have also never finished watching my beloved Supernatural because I heard people didn’t like how it ended, so I’m scared to watch the last season. Likewise, I was waiting to watch Season 4 of Sherlock until they made the next episodes, but they never did, so I may never see it.

I fall in love with a series, author, or actor, but never commit to the extent that I go looking for the full experience. I haven’t seen everything by any artist, read everything by any writer, heard anything in any collection. And I don’t care. I don’t want to know about the personal lives of the celebrities whose work I admire, and unless they are so reprehensible as to be just unavoidably beyond ignoring, I don’t worry about that in connection with the work they produce, because I am not their mother, their partner or their lawyer, thank goodness.

This is not to say I don’t care if people are criminals. I’m just saying, I don’t let my appreciation of someone’s artistic ability get tangled up in my perception of their personal life. I like fiction. The real world is where I live and am sad a lot. People are hurt and hungry and dying and lonely. I need music and movies and stories as a space away from that, and I can’t enjoy that if I’m expected to critique it all for whether the person offering my little moment of joy meets all the checkboxes of excellence. I’m just going to rest my brain, laugh, sing, and wait for the improbably handsome hero to carry off the unrealistically talented heroine.