We did not jump on the Lost loony wagon until a couple years into the hysteria.
Our friends, Brock and Megan convinced us to start watching the show. Us not watching it was causing a wall between us. It was affecting our friendship. We convinced the Apels to watch the show for the very same reason. We flat out admitted to them that we'd like them more and our relationship would go to an all new level if they would start watching Lost.
After two episodes we were so hooked that Aaron looked at me, having done mental math (something I think is so sexy in a man) and says..."We could finish season one if we stayed up until Tuesday afternoon." Mental math. Who can do that?
For months...we barely slept. Aaron threatened to take vacation time to watch the show. One time he watched an episode without me, and I thought we were going to have to go to a therapist for marriage counseling. Especially since I threw around the phrase, "cheated on me."
Lost was like a drug. I'd say, "I'm only watching one episode" and then at the end of the show I would be a wreck, pacing the floor, wringing my hands...all jittery and junk. I'd look at Aaron and say, "Hit me again...push play..." Like a good dealer, he'd comply.
The black, saggy bags under my eyes were kind of like my "tracks."
While we were catching up on episodes, all our close friends knew why we'd bolt out of the building right after church. They knew why we'd show up to a birthday party and leave right when it was over. They saw the jitters. They saw the shakes. They knew we had to have our nightly fix. Like good enablers they made excuses for us and ran social interference.
For now....a repost:
This post originally debuted on Sit A Spell September of 08.
Know what I just did?
Well...I've been asking God to teach me about praying without ceasing.
"Stop thinking so much, Heather...and instead of thinking...pray."
Guess what I just caught myself doing?
I was in the kitchen doing the dishes and here's what I caught myself saying...
"God help Claire."
Who is Claire?
A girl off Lost.
LOST IS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND!
God rolled His eyes at me today...I'm sure of it.
Last night I had to go to bed not knowing what has happened to Claire.
Why did that man take her?
Is she okay?
Will she have her baby without Jack?
What is she going to do without diapers...and orajel...and a pack n play?
His neck looks awful.
I wanted him and Claire to love each other.
I tossed and turned all night in the bed.
Where is Claire?
And the baby...
This is getting ridiculous.
It's one thing to go to bed too late...lose sleep...because you're watching TV.
It's a whole other thing to not be able to sleep once you do go to bed because you are worried about a person on the show.
It's an entirely different thing all together if you find yourself praying for a fictional character.
Do I need counseling?