J.J. Abrams ruined my life
So we finished Season 2 of Lost on DVD tonight. It is my first time to go through the series, and upon completion of the last episode, I contemplated driving down to the local Wal-Mart to buy season 3. My wife tells me the first episode will blow my mind, and I am sure it will.
The inevitable question is why am I just now getting into “Lost”, when the entire country figured it out years ago? “You’re not watching Lost??” they would ask me. I always wanted to catch someone with a mouth full of water when I told them, so I could get that stereotypical, hilarious liquid-spit, as if my life were a screwball comedy. The truth is that at the time “Lost” began, I was in a short-lived men’s Bible study, and I knew I couldn’t just jump in the middle of a show like that. J.J. had me addicted to Alias, and I knew the same thing would happen when I took my first taste of his latest designer drug.
The lame thing is that the Wednesday night Bible study that kept me from getting in on the ground floor didn’t last very long. It was the only study for single men in a church full of eligible single women (with plenty of co-ed Bible studies). I think the most we ever had was 5 guys in a church who’s weekly attendance was well over 1,000. And 60-75% of them were single. The study only lasted a few more months after I joined, and then we moved on to other groups. Sometimes I think of those guys, the four or five regulars, and how our lives have all gone in very different directions, but I am never far from a connection. I became friends with someone who I met through one of them, and they introduced me to someone else, and then a friend of a friend met another one of them, and so on and so forth. It’s a web of friendship. It makes me wonder if we are all going to end up on an island together, unaware of just how connected we are.
Never mind the spiritual aspects of “Lost”. I can not decide if we are supposed to read that deeply in to it. Right now I am just enjoying the show, letting it be what it is. I look at it scientifically, and my theories range from time-travel and temporal warps. I look at it spiritually, and I wonder if they are trapped in purgatory. Maybe both theories are true. Maybe all the answers will come in Season 3, but I think I am going to have to wait until the end to know for sure.
Ain’t that the truth.
January 25th, 2009 at 2:39 am
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