I started LOST again. It’s different, watching it for the third time. It’s like flipping through a yearbook or something, and laughing as I see Chahhhlie’s frosted tips and Sawyer’s babyface (see: above) and groaning at Michael (“WAAAAAAALT” gets old really fast) and Shannon the megabitch.
In a way, watching the pilot when I know everything that happens after it makes me appreciate its newness, its shininess. There’s so much potential there. It’s an interesting perspective, starting at the beginning when the end is so clear in my mind. I feel like so much of the maddening appeal of LOST lies in not knowing what’s going to happen next. I’m discovering that when you take that away, you still have a really excellent show that brings forth ALL THE FEELS with minimal effort on the viewer’s part.
I think I’m going to watch it slowly, a few episodes a week. The last two times I marathoned LOST, I did very little sleeping and interacting with other people. It was mostly just heavy breathing and a steady stream of tears and eating only enough to give me the energy to sit up in bed and stare at my laptop. Yeah I can’t really afford to lose my mind like that again. But I think it will be interesting to see how that changes my perspective on the show as well.
And I know, I know, I get carried away. It’s just a TV show. But I can’t help the way I am! There’s something in me that makes me love things so hard I alienate my friends and family and lose my grip on reality a little bit.
Side note: I looked through the ‘lost’ tag to find a picture for this, and instead of posts about the acclaimed ABC sci/fi television show, I got a whole bunch of really depressing posts about heartbreak and general sadness. If anyone’s wondering where the emo kids went after the early 2000’s, they’re all hiding under the ‘lost’ tag.
