It’s one thing not to want something, it’s another to be told you can’t have it.
Just because something needs to be told, it doesn’t always mean it needs to be heard.
Robin: I’m such a mess. Why do you even like me?
Barney: I guess cause you’re almost as messed up as I am.
If it’s a choice between mystery and history, I want mystery.
Robin: Why am I constantly looking for reasons not to be happy?
Kevin: Maybe because the idea of finally being happy terrifies you.