Lost.

WARNING: THIS BLOG ENTRY MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS.

Six years of my television-watching life were dedicated to one show. Sure I’d watch other programs in between the times it aired or between seasons, but nothing has ever held my attention and wonder in a stranglehold the way Lost has.

To the outsider, it seems like a religion. To the viewer, it practically is. So much happens that each episode poses more questions and answers fewer.

I didn’t start at the very beginning. Because I was busy as a middle school student it was difficult to be watching TV all the time looking for new shows. However, I started at the beginning of the second season, and immediately caught myself up with the first season. These were some of the greatest episodes of the show. They explored the human condition when foisted into a scenario of panic and survival. However, (and this is by no means a bad thing) the island began to prove enigmatic: there were other, prior inhabitants of the island; a constant French distress signal saying “it killed them all” had not been answered for 16 years; some sort of behemoth (presumably what killed “them”) roamed the jungle; a hatch labeled “quarantine” with a single window was buried in the jungle; there were ruins of a scientific facility from the 1970s; a mysterious figure named Jacob supposed ruled the island; the island had peculiar scientific properties, specifically electromagnetic anomalies.

Damon Lindelof and J.J. Abrams did a fantastic job of keeping viewers enthralled and coming back for more. It was the perfect combination of drama and, to some extent, science fiction or fantasy. There was a wide enough array of characters on a flight from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles that it created entertaining social conflict. There was good and evil inside of each character. Everyone had a favorite character, whether it was the quintessential "good-guy" Jack Shephard, the grizzly scoundrel Sawyer, or my personal favorite Charlie Pace, the bass-wielding rockstar (who also happened to be a hobbit). Everyone had their theories too: there was nearly infinite room for debate. The next day after an episode aired everyone would be buzzing about the show and what they thought happened.

Basically the only negative thing I have to say about the show is the 6^th and final season. It jumped the shark in many ways. It was a cop out to cheaply resolve the story and answer many questions that persisted through the series. Other than this one quarrel, Lost is my favorite TV show, and the only TV show that has ever made me cry.
Also, some of the most memorable lines of the show. 

WAAALT!!!