I'm Lost. Again. You must understand, last season, I was a complete Lost junkie. I started watching about a third of the way through. By the time I was on my second episode, it wasn't pretty. Every Wednesday Lost had me in it's grip. For an hour every week, I was a complete addict. During that time nothing else really mattered. By Thursday, I had the shakes. By Friday I was more or less recovered, but once Tuesday came, my mind was reeling with anticipation. It was sick, and I knew it, but I didn't care. It had come to the point where, if I found myself stuck at school on a Wednesday night, one of the TVs in the Cyber Cafe had better have been unoccupied or I was beating someone with the nearest blunt object to clear a space. I fully realized this was a violent solution, the sort of which I would normally have opposed, but such things no longer mattered to me. I instead figured if someone was foolish enough to come between me and Lost, well then, they had it coming. It was better if they just accepted that. Doing so made it easier on everyone in the long run.
That being said, the importance of season one's end, must be stressed. During the summer, I felt like I was missing something, but I was no longer quite so jumpy. The word, "Others" could be uttered without my muttering something about black smoke and numbered (vile numbers) hatches while quickly reaching for some object related to self-defense. The notion of summer trips to tropcial islands no longer left me filled with dread. I had even stopped calling all other dogs Vincent. Now, however, I just finished watching the episode I torrented (night classes prevent me from watching it normally), and everything has come back. I cannot, however, honestly say I care. Fifteen minutes in I noticed old, familiar feelings coursing through me and thought, "I understand the empty feeling now. This is what was missing. I just needed it back." Now I'm Lost again, and I don't want to be found. The only thing that comes to mind is directly related to the episode I just finished watching, and that is, "How? How!" I do not honestly believe they are allowed to end episodes that way.
That being said, the importance of season one's end, must be stressed. During the summer, I felt like I was missing something, but I was no longer quite so jumpy. The word, "Others" could be uttered without my muttering something about black smoke and numbered (vile numbers) hatches while quickly reaching for some object related to self-defense. The notion of summer trips to tropcial islands no longer left me filled with dread. I had even stopped calling all other dogs Vincent. Now, however, I just finished watching the episode I torrented (night classes prevent me from watching it normally), and everything has come back. I cannot, however, honestly say I care. Fifteen minutes in I noticed old, familiar feelings coursing through me and thought, "I understand the empty feeling now. This is what was missing. I just needed it back." Now I'm Lost again, and I don't want to be found. The only thing that comes to mind is directly related to the episode I just finished watching, and that is, "How? How!" I do not honestly believe they are allowed to end episodes that way.