For the past few months, my weeknights have been filled with the sounds of household names like J.D. and Turk, Adam Lambert, Melissa Rycroft, Gabriel Solis, and of course Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Locke, and Ben. I eagerly anticipate the arrival of these shows all winter long, and then they arrive and fill up my DVR for a few months, and in a flash, they are gone again. Somehow, I always find myself saying, this season just wasn't as good as last season. Is it merely the anticipation that makes the shows great?
Only one of aforementioned television shows consistently delivers, and it is the true inspiration behind this latest installment of my new obsession. That show, of course, is Lost. I'm sure by now you have realized that Lost is much more than a modern sci-fi version of Gilligan's Island. Although, admittedly, that's not an altogether inappropriate description. Lost has transformed our evening cable watching experience; it has created a cult-ish following; and most notably, Lost has forced its loyal fans to utter "What?" more times than any other enigma in life. As frustrating as this is for us Lost fans, we continue to watch it with adoration. Perhaps the greatest thing about the Lost experience is sharing it with other Lost fanatics. For me, sharing not only happens in the literal sense, watching the show with friends and family, but it also includes a bond with other Lost fans that instantly occurs when you unabashadely exchange your "theories" about the island. There is something about letting your inner nerd come out to someone you just met that just feels right.
It is going to be a sad day in the Gaxiola house when this legendary series finally comes to an end. We'll just have to go back to shows that spoonfeed their plots, or God forbid, we'll start watching a crime drama...
We really don't know life without Lost, but I think we'll find our way.
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