Lost in Love
I'm beginning to fall out of love with Lost, and that makes me sad.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I still love Sawyer. I'm still torn between those two strongest of human emotions, when it comes to him. Sometimes I want to kill him; other times I want to... that other thing.
Not that I know anyone outside of television who makes me feel that way. No, not at all.
That's what love is, isn't it? Having strong feelings about something, or someone? Who among us hasn't wanted to strangle each of our loved ones at one time or another?
It's when you no longer care, that it's time to worry. Or so I'm told. I don't know, myself, because I've only loved three men in my life and I still love all three of them.
Watching the season premiere of Lost a few weeks ago, after we'd been apart for all those months with only my season one DVDs to keep me company, I realized I didn't love that show the way I had once loved it. I almost didn't care whether I watched it again or not.
It's like with my cat, Pinky. Whenever I've been away for an extended period of time, such as my week in England last year, when I return he is standoffish. It takes him a while to forgive me for having been gone; for his feelings of resentment to be overcome by his desire for my love.
Maybe it's because I've been seeing other shows in the last few weeks. Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, and CSI: Miami. Maybe it's because I've got a crush on Ugly Betty.
I almost fell out of love with Lost.
Until this week's episode, titled "I Do," in which Sawyer and Kate finally do. It, that is. Click on the photo to watch, if you like to watch.
Now I'm in love with Lost again.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I still love Sawyer. I'm still torn between those two strongest of human emotions, when it comes to him. Sometimes I want to kill him; other times I want to... that other thing.
Not that I know anyone outside of television who makes me feel that way. No, not at all.
That's what love is, isn't it? Having strong feelings about something, or someone? Who among us hasn't wanted to strangle each of our loved ones at one time or another?
It's when you no longer care, that it's time to worry. Or so I'm told. I don't know, myself, because I've only loved three men in my life and I still love all three of them.
Watching the season premiere of Lost a few weeks ago, after we'd been apart for all those months with only my season one DVDs to keep me company, I realized I didn't love that show the way I had once loved it. I almost didn't care whether I watched it again or not.
It's like with my cat, Pinky. Whenever I've been away for an extended period of time, such as my week in England last year, when I return he is standoffish. It takes him a while to forgive me for having been gone; for his feelings of resentment to be overcome by his desire for my love.
Maybe it's because I've been seeing other shows in the last few weeks. Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, and CSI: Miami. Maybe it's because I've got a crush on Ugly Betty.
I almost fell out of love with Lost.
Until this week's episode, titled "I Do," in which Sawyer and Kate finally do. It, that is. Click on the photo to watch, if you like to watch.
Now I'm in love with Lost again.
2 Comments:
I have had the same thoughts about Season 3. I was once enamoured of this show, but alas I have begun to waver in my devotion. Then a little thing happened, and it did concern Kate & Sawyer. 3rd Episode, and that other who lost his wife was beating Sawyer bloody and asking Kate if she loved him and she gripped his head through the bars and yelled "Stop it! Yes, I do, I do love him!"....and it had me again. So similar to your falling out and then in again..
I'm not hooked again yet, but there's an episode on the DVR waiting for me. I want to want to watch it, but I'm afraid they're going to try to drag it out indefinitely and it's just going to peter out like so much flotsam.
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