I had never cried during a TV show. I had never theorized about a TV Show. I had never fully committed myself to a TV show until I saw my first episode of LOST. I was sick with the flu and had full access to the first three seasons via ABC.com (before Netflix and HuLu). The flu had already confined me to the extra-long twin mattress of my dorm room, but the first three seasons of LOST kept me confined days after the Tami-Flu had cured my symptoms.
For the first time in my life, I was truly invested into the lives of fictional TV characters (already truly invested in numerous literary characters). Kate, Jack, Sawyer, Sayid, Jin, Sun, Claire, Hurley, Charlie, and Locke came alive vividly through the incredible writing behind this show. I became completely and utterly invested in these characters, their back stories, their struggles, and their emotions. In the early beginnings of my LOST obsession, I was told that the entire show had been written in advance. The writers had finished the ending before the show was even released. Obviously, at this point my interest was beyond piqued. An intricately calculated plot? I was in.
I was able to finish the first three seasons in record time, pausing only to use the bathroom or attend class (I’ll admit I skipped one or two during these LOST days). The tantalizing story lines and displays of human emotion overshadowed the sub-par dialogue. It did not matter at all times what the characters were saying, as long as the plot was advancing at full speed. Every time the 43 minute episode would end and the haunting LOST logo danced around the screen in a tease, I would immediately press “next episode” no matter what time of day or prior obligation. Literally, I could not pull myself away. Thankfully, for my school work and social life, I finished the third season and had to, seemingly endlessly, wait until the fourth premiered. Watching the fourth season in live time was definitely better for my social life; however, just thoughts of the upcoming episode would cloud both my mind and planner (I would seriously fill in every single Wednesday with LOST, listing potential theories and tracing hearts).
Although the finale of LOST literally made me scream and cry at the TV out of anger, I still miss this show wholly. I was so completely devoted to the show that I felt “lost” a piece of my personality when it ended. It may seem overly dramatic (and it is) but, I really miss looking forward to such an elaborate story unfolding. I have not met anyone who has actually watched all of LOST that does not share this overwhelming obsession and the need to continue theorizing and supporting their stances far after the show has ended. LOST as a whole, has set my television viewing bar so high that I can not watch anything semi-related without comparing it with LOST. Thus far, I have found nothing that compares.
Have you ever been so fully wrapped up in a television show? Did you watch LOST?