LOST and Found…
As I was watching Downton Abbey tonight (don’t worry, no spoilers), I could not help but feel that my emotions are being held hostage on a ruthless roller coaster. I had told myself that I would never again let my heart become entangled, after a previous television experience…you see, I was in love once before, with a little show called Lost.
I love Lost like I love people in my family. I never missed it. One of my best friends and I would talk for an hour after each episode, to breakdown everything that happened and to speculate on what we thought was going to happen (we were never, ever, right). I subscribed to more than one blog that recapped the episodes, and I read them all with glee. I was part of an email group of people I have never met, who kept a thread going for weeks and months and years about all of the happenings in Lost-world. I actually found myself saying things like “I will be really mad if I die before I find out how Lost ends”….I was in deep.
Part of the agony and the ecstasy of Lost was that you never knew what would happen or who would die or who would end up with whom. I find myself having those same feelings when it comes to Downton. Already this season there have been several shocking events. There have been times where I cried as though something had happened to a member of my family. I have rooted for love stories, railed against the bad guys, and prayed that poor ol’ Edith would finally have something good in her life.
Somehow, this seemingly simple show about the lives of people living on an English estate, has become the most intriguing show on television,
…and like Lost before it, I am its’ helpless victim.