On Sunday night, a few friends sat on our sofa with Mark and I and watched the series ending of LOST. Let me start by saying that we weren’t big Losties in the beginning. We had no desire whatsoever to watch this stupid show. One night though, we invited my friend Christopher to dinner and he said “Well, that’s LOST night. So if I can watch it at your house, great. Otherwise… you know I work nights and it’s tough for me to schedule things.” So we chose to waste an hour of our life in order to spend several with someone we missed.
Then there was an inhaler and a guy tied to a tree and a really hot kiss and a “HOLY COW WHAT JUST HAPPENED?” moment… and well… that was it. For the last 6 seasons, there have been an incredibly high number of those cliff hangering, soul wrenching, laughter inducing, scare you out of your seat, tear jerking moments amid the filler and the plot lines that played out too damned long during our one hour of LOST every week.
Back to Sunday night. We’ve skipped time with friends, lost out on sleep, cut evenings out short, and made a dozen other sacrifices to be home on LOST night. To say we were emotionally invested in this finale is an understatement of epic proportions. To say that the finale was a letdown and I felt robbed would be an equally sized understatement. I was angry. Furious. Could not believe I spent all of this time waiting for The Final Episode of LOST… for that.
This morning, however, my brain accidentally drew a connecting line for me and I think I’m ok. You see, this is my last week of my job. As I mentioned, I’m leaving the workforce to be a small business owner, ptsa president, and baker of cookies. It’s The Ending of an era of my life… the end of this particular series, if you will. And it’s pretty anticlimactic.
Are you wondering what the hell I’m blabbering on about? (Mark, don’t answer that). It isn’t about The Finale. It never was. It’s about the million breathtaking moments in between the beginning and the end. The end will always be a letdown, because the end of the roller coaster ride can never ever compete with the 3 loops in the middle.
I didn’t watch LOST for 6 seasons to get to the end. I watched to sit on the edge of my seat and wonder what the hell was going to happen next. And I was never disappointed. I didn’t quit my job to be a puddle of goo on the couch… it’s not the end, it’s just the beginning of the next rise.
This “series” is going to be filled with moments where I scream “HOLY HELL WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!” and it’s going to be wonderful… and sad… and frustrating… and exciting… and boring… and NONE of it will be about The Finale.