I think I’m ready to start admitting to a little tiny mistake
So there’s this show, Lost, that I managed to avoid for the better part of three years. Sure, I saw the initial advertisements for it, and thought, “wow, that is dumb,” and said it out loud so I could assure myself I was being serious. I remember reading how insanely popular it became it its first season, but I tried my best to ignore it.
I would read on the internets about skeptical people like me holding out, until they finally started watching, became hooked and became inspired enough to point out all the amazing symbolism and meaning behind what seemed like a cliffhanger-type show. I was still not impressed, “bloggers are really searching for material, CLOSE,” and then I would close that browser window to express my disappointment.
I tried a few episodes out, even. The episode where the spiders bite two of the islanders, but they’re really just paralyzed, but then they get buried alive? I saw the original airing—I cannot say I was too impressed. Or the original “Kate” episode? Aside from making it all the way through, I cannot say I was taken in. “Wow that is dumb, CLICK,” and I would shut off the television while saying it out loud to double emphasize my point.
But now—now is a time in my life that I live in constant boredom. I borrowed the first season from a friend, and then the second, finally purchasing the third for lack of a borrower. Yes, I’ve enjoyed the show. Yes, I can see what a lot of people have been talking about. At heart, it is a show that takes 15 million strings and ties them all together to make one big bow on a magical tropical island birthday cake. The bow seems tied too neatly, but it’s still birthday cake; so even though Uncle Phillip is stressing the philosophical undertow baked into each bite, we should remember that it’s still supposed to just make us feel good inside—and that Uncle Phillip saw the “next Great American novel” in The DaVinci Code (outdated referrence! Zing!).
