Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey.

the doctor and tardis

Halloween, 2013

I watched the first episode of series 8 of Doctor Who last weekend, but a day late. My son and I brought it up on the laptop and settled in for our introduction to Peter Capaldi as The Doctor.

This week I’ve noticed people going into over-analyzation mode over the episode. What kind of doctor will he be? What’s going to happen with Clara? What did the last scene mean?

It drives me bonkers.

I don’t want to analyze The Doctor and what’s going to happen in the future (or, the past…hehe…time travel). I enjoy being surprised. I like that the show keeps me guessing. I like that I don’t know where it’s going. One of the great things about this show continuing for 50 years is that each writer, each actor, each person involved in each series brings something new to the universe that is Doctor Who.

Sure, Ten (David Tennant) was my favorite Doctor. But I loved something about each one.

And it’s crazy that people dig so deep into the show. They talk about plot holes like that’s something that matters in a show that is about how time isn’t a strict linear progression.

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint–it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly…timey wimey…stuff. -The Doctor, Doctor Who “Blink” (2007)

Something you see as a plot “hole” could come up later. Or it could not. Doctor Who also operates on a level that not everything happens on screen. There are hints at adventures The Doctor and River Song have that haven’t been shown in the episodes we’ve seen. And we may never see them. And that’s okay with me.

I don’t mind not knowing when it comes to The Doctor. I love the surprise. Every single time.

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