LOST

I have tried, Lord knows I have tried. I have suffered confusion,anger,frustration, and amazement. I have felt hope only to have it dashed to pieces. I have had moments of clarity only to have a muddy haze creep into my mind. Light bulb moments have become blind ignorance moments. I am not stupid, I have a fairly orderly mind, and I hate to quit. But I am. No one should have to suffer so unless you enjoy pain and I don't. I am leaving "Lost".



If you never watched this show you are one of the fortunates and can now go on to another blog cause the rest of this will be meaningless. The first season pretty much reeled me in with the characters and the idea of survival on an island by plane crash victims. I adored Dr. Jack and bad boy Sawyer would annoy but his dimples could make you forget he was a jerk. The boy, Walt and his dog were dear. Good natured, chubby Hurley was one you pulled for. I thought the story of Sun and Jin sweet, loved the sub titles. And of course, the elderly sex symbol Locke, was my favorite. Probably an age thing.



The writers love to give you pieces of a puzzle but can't stand it if the audience gets any idea of the whole picture. These guys are on something that hasn't hit the streets yet. I doubt, without gainful employment as writers of Lost, that they would even be out side of four padded walls. The story can shift in drastic directions and time periods in minutes.



I really admire those who are hanging in, for these people could never be tortured. Their tolerance for pain would make them wonderful CIA agents. If you are one of the faithful, I am proud of you for still standing in there. Such endurance you have. I personally just can't take any more.


However, when the series finale airs, I will be right there to see how on earth those crazy writers pull all those loose threads together and make a rug out of the tatters.



Aaah, I feel better all ready.