Lost is back this week.
I don't know if I should be happy or pissed as Hell that once again I'm going to spend a good chunk of my free time sifting through Lostpedia and contemplating possible theories with friends until one in the morning. ("Do you think what's happening is that Hurley is actually Jack after gaining a lot of weight, and the two men are simply representatives of two possible paths in the space time continuum?")
When the show first started, I didn't watch it. Not that I didn't want to, but I was never home when it was on, and by the time I caught on to how hep it was, the plot was too thick to unravel. And calling my friends and family while the show was on didn't provide much assistance. ("Wait, is that Ben as a little boy? Was he on the island as a little boy, too? Don't hang up! Don't hang up!")
So I did what any potential addict would. I rented the first two seasons and watched them back to back, often four or five episodes in one sitting. Totally hooked instantly, of course. It got to the point that I was dreaming about Charlie and me running through the jungle together, looking for Claire and heroin.
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It's been a long time since a show has taken so much work on my part. Being a Lost fan is a commitment, you know? It takes effort to understand it, keep up with it, and believe in it. Let's face it. Those of us who have hung on during the low points (e.g. Nikki and Paulo) have really committed a significant portion of our lives to this creation, and we are basically hoping at this point that the big reveal at the end of the series will be something akin to an epiphany about the meaning of life and our purpose on Earth. (Or is it just me who wants this?) This show involves you in it in a way that is probably not healthy. It's like a bad relationship. You should probably leave it, but you don't know how. Plus the make-up sex is so good.
Of course I plan to watch it to the final moment. But if my theory about Hurley just being a fat Jack turns out to be right, I'm going to be pissed.
-- Jennifer Mathieu