I haven’t been around much the past few days.
I’m still trying to process the finale, still trying to decide exactly how I feel about it.
No, that’s not exactly true. I loved it. I loved every minute. Even the part at the very end that left some scratching their heads and others causing serious damage to their televisions. I loved it.
I’m trying to figure out exactly why, but it’s true.
I spent a wonderful day at the zoo yesterday. Just The Nephew and me. It’s always an experience, seeing the world through the eyes of a four-year-old.
But today I’m in a bit of a daze.
This morning, my DVR was full of shows from the last two weeks. Mostly season finales. I flipped through the list and watched some things, but I just couldn’t make myself care about any of them. Television just seems…pointless…somehow.
I felt kind of stupid. I felt like it was ridiculous to mourn a fictional television series. Because that’s what it came down to. Watching anything else just lost its luster because I know I may never care about another show as much as I did about LOST. And if I do, it’s going to be a long time before that happens again. So all these others, Chuck and V and Fringe, just aren’t that interesting all of a sudden.
The only thing that makes me feel better is knowing that I’m not alone. My brother, a few friends, even Jimmy Kimmel. It seems like a lot of us are trying to figure out how to deal with this and how to move on. I suppose that means that, regardless of how anyone felt about the way the show ended, Damon and Carlton and JJ did something right.
And I’ll pull out of this funk soon enough. But for now, I just need to mourn a bit.