Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Lost, We Need to Talk
Dear Lost,
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to wonder about our relationship. At first, I was so taken by your grand gestures and air of mystery. It seemed like you were so complex and literary, layers of subtext and symbolism. I was sure one day I would put the pieces together and see the big picture, the answer to what was behind your gorgeous, unwashed facade.
I have to say that in the beginning, I was a little obsessed with you. I spent hours talking about you with my friends, wondering what you really meant when you said what you did. I researched your favorite phrases and was beguiled by your religious overtones. Sometimes, I would go to bed and think about you far into the night.
All the while, though, I was growing suspicious of the path you might take. I had to wonder, did we want the same things? Sometimes it seemed like we did, but then you'd pull the rug out from under me. I thought, did I really know you as well as I thought I did? Then you'd confirm my fears by dismissing whatever meaning I thought our time together had. I'd be sure you were going one place and wait there for you, but you'd end up in the opposite direction. Some people might think that's exciting, but I think you might be jerking me around.
And what about our dates? We'd have a wonderful time for a couple of weeks, and then I'd find you repeating yourself endlessly. We'd be together week after week, when suddenly you'd disappear for months on end. When you finally came back, I found myself wondering, do I really care? Sure, you'd put the effort in when you made an appearance, but soon it would be back to the same old blah blah blah. Once there was even this big story about you on the Internet, but I bet you made all that up yourself, didn't you, Lost?
Then there's your friends. You spend all this time with people that don't really matter, talking about their past, and then it turns out to mean nothing. You just leave them for dead. Literally. Do you really think I care about people I don't even know? First the Tailies, now the Others? When will it stop? What's next? A couple of guys in some frozen outpost?! Let's not even talk about how you treat people you used to be so close to, like Charlie. Poor thing. What am I supposed to think when you hurt the people you love?
I thought about complaining to your dad Damon about you, but he thinks you're perfect and that I'm the one with the problem. After hearing some of the things he's said, it's pretty clear how you got to be like you are, Lost.
Still, you are so thrilling when you want to be. I must admit, you still give me chills. You have such great potential, Lost, and I'm not the kind of woman who walks away from that. But if you keep this nonsense up... talking about yourself all the time, making big promises and never following through, not answering my questions, hanging out with the wrong crowd... we're going to have to call it quits. I don't mean for you to feel threatened, but I've been spending my Wednesday nights with Justice, lately, and we've had some good times. I hate to say it, but I've been getting a lot more sleep, too.
So, come October 4, I'd really like you to put some effort into our relationship. Show me you still care. Don't disappoint me, Lost. This is your final warning.
Love,
Sarah
Inspired by EW's "What Series are you breaking up with this Fall?"
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to wonder about our relationship. At first, I was so taken by your grand gestures and air of mystery. It seemed like you were so complex and literary, layers of subtext and symbolism. I was sure one day I would put the pieces together and see the big picture, the answer to what was behind your gorgeous, unwashed facade.
I have to say that in the beginning, I was a little obsessed with you. I spent hours talking about you with my friends, wondering what you really meant when you said what you did. I researched your favorite phrases and was beguiled by your religious overtones. Sometimes, I would go to bed and think about you far into the night.
All the while, though, I was growing suspicious of the path you might take. I had to wonder, did we want the same things? Sometimes it seemed like we did, but then you'd pull the rug out from under me. I thought, did I really know you as well as I thought I did? Then you'd confirm my fears by dismissing whatever meaning I thought our time together had. I'd be sure you were going one place and wait there for you, but you'd end up in the opposite direction. Some people might think that's exciting, but I think you might be jerking me around.
And what about our dates? We'd have a wonderful time for a couple of weeks, and then I'd find you repeating yourself endlessly. We'd be together week after week, when suddenly you'd disappear for months on end. When you finally came back, I found myself wondering, do I really care? Sure, you'd put the effort in when you made an appearance, but soon it would be back to the same old blah blah blah. Once there was even this big story about you on the Internet, but I bet you made all that up yourself, didn't you, Lost?
Then there's your friends. You spend all this time with people that don't really matter, talking about their past, and then it turns out to mean nothing. You just leave them for dead. Literally. Do you really think I care about people I don't even know? First the Tailies, now the Others? When will it stop? What's next? A couple of guys in some frozen outpost?! Let's not even talk about how you treat people you used to be so close to, like Charlie. Poor thing. What am I supposed to think when you hurt the people you love?
I thought about complaining to your dad Damon about you, but he thinks you're perfect and that I'm the one with the problem. After hearing some of the things he's said, it's pretty clear how you got to be like you are, Lost.
Still, you are so thrilling when you want to be. I must admit, you still give me chills. You have such great potential, Lost, and I'm not the kind of woman who walks away from that. But if you keep this nonsense up... talking about yourself all the time, making big promises and never following through, not answering my questions, hanging out with the wrong crowd... we're going to have to call it quits. I don't mean for you to feel threatened, but I've been spending my Wednesday nights with Justice, lately, and we've had some good times. I hate to say it, but I've been getting a lot more sleep, too.
So, come October 4, I'd really like you to put some effort into our relationship. Show me you still care. Don't disappoint me, Lost. This is your final warning.
Love,
Sarah
Inspired by EW's "What Series are you breaking up with this Fall?"
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