Call me crazy, but I love LOST.   I just received the iTunes email notification that the final episode of ABC’s LOST is ready and waiting.  Either you love the show, or you hate it.  And I happen to love it.  Why?  Because LOST has been there, through thick and thin since 2006 when I was finally convinced to give the series a try.

When it first started, I thought it sounded like a terribly pointless show.  A bunch of attractive people stuck on an island doing ridiculous things.  It sounded a lot like Survivor, and if it was anything like that reality tv disaster, well, no thank you.  But I started realizing that every time I called my boyfriend Brandon on whatever night of the week the show was on, he could only talk for a few minutes because, that’s right, I was allotted commercial break time!  So if my super smart boyfriend thought it was worthwhile, I thought I may as well give it a try.  Plus I’d just discovered he made amazing pizza (which was way better than the Thai Kitchen just-add-water noodles I’d been eating regularly throughout that busy semester), and besides, I just wanted to hang out with him.

So I watched an episode.  A painfully confusing hour filled with me asking questions like “Who’s that guy?” and “Why are there polar bears?” “This is kind of dumb,” “How was it that pretty much everybody on the plane was so attractive,” and “I wonder if they’ve run out of toothpaste on the island by now.”  I’m sure Brandon was really glad he’d invited me over to watch.  But after a few more weeks, a few more episodes, a few more pizzas, and fully suspending all disbelief, I started to really like it.

And when Meredith and I powered through the whole first season on DVD (a gift from her then boyfriend, now husband as well) in a matter of days, I became completely hooked.

So years have passed, and I’ve kept watching, wondering what are these writers doing?

One day last year, during a particularly long week at work (days so long I had to dvr LOST and save it for later), I received flowers with a note attached.  The note read,

Jack kills Sawyer.  Love, b

Best note ever.

So today, I’ve avoided Facebook and digg and any website where I might catch a glimpse of what happened in yesterday’s series finale.  So don’t go spoiling the end for me… the way I apparently spoiled the entire plot of Stuart Little for Meredith in third grade.  Sorry, Mer.  I didn’t know!

LOST, it’s been a good run.

See you on the island.