The show Lost ended its six year run last night. In many ways the conclusion was very satisfying, and in many ways it was not and just left more questions. I will be pondering its meaning for several more days before I let it go. Here is how it crept into my life last night. At 1:45 A.M. I sat straight up in bed, instantly wide awake. I was not sure if I was alive, or possibly dead but living in a dream/alternate time line. I tried to go right back to sleep but I was too freaked out. I got up and filled my glass with water, took a huge drink, looked around the room, pinched myself, and crawled back into bed, convinced I was alive and well with Marc and Maddy here in flesh and blood.
This is why I absolutely, positively do NOT watch horror movies.
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My dad and sister are so sad it's over. My sister was telling me about the ending. Sounded weird but intriguing. I almost want to watch all six seasons just to see how the last episode tied it all together.
I CAN NOT watch scary movies either. It doesn't matter how unrealistic it is, those kind of movies stick with me and haunt me for awhile.
I've been pondering as well. I can honestly now say that it was a good ending. I liked how the Mythology of the show took over and in the end it wasn't about polar bears and hatches, it was about relationships and connections. I'm still not ready to "let go".
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