Basically, I've been a hopelessly devoted fan of the show, although not one that tries to shove it down your throat or berate you for not being an avid viewer such as myself (because, omg, how annoying are those people?!).
I'm kinda over LOST at this point, though, now that we're a few episodes into the last season. I know there are a ton of questions finally being answered, but it's a bit "too little, too late" for me at this point. I've gotten to a place where most of the characters are so completely annoying, I just want them to die so I can run away with Miles and Locke and live happily ever after in some fun spin-off land.
The show has become, in my humble opinion, a bad parody of itself. As a person who prides herself on being an open book, the lack of even primitive communication between the main characters is something I can't look past, and as a writer myself, the giant holes this lack of basic communication leaves is infuriating.
At this point, LOST has become an excuse for me to go over to my brother and sister-in-law's house on Tuesday nights, period. Themselves being avid viewers as well, I'll text them every Tuesday morning inquiring as to whether or not they'd like company that evening, bribing them with In N Out and freshly baked cupcakes.
Why do I go to all this trouble, just to drive 40 minutes and watch a show that irritates me more than it entertains me? One reason:
He squirms and fidgets in my arms as I coo quietly at him and stare into his huge, searching eyes. I don't know much 'bout babies, especially newborns, but he's the most mellow little dude you could ever imagine. He doesn't ever cry while I hold him, even though I'm constantly rousing him so that I can stare at him from a different angle - moving his arms about and petting his little keppe. He smiled at me for the first time last night...although it could have been gas, to be perfectly honest.
As much as I hate the show and the ridiculous direction of the plot, this last season of LOST will go down as my favorite season of all.