Love Lost

(A few old moments that have nothing to do with my post.)

I love Lost, I really do. But I don't know how long I can handle having tiny snippets of information when there is still SO much to be revealed. I can't help but constantly remember that it is a show and they want it to run forever, which it won't do once they really answer our questions. Kate and Sawyer had Carl long enough to drill him. They could have finally gotten a clear picture of what the $#@@ is going on in this Bermuda (Dharma) Triangle. In ALL reality they would have. And all they really got was a visual of a backyard?! That sparks about a hundred other questions in my mind. So I get it, the writers have no motivation to give us real understanding, just tiny revelations mixed with a lot more questions, or the show wouldn't continue to entertain us for as long. I respect that, as it does entertain me... but I'm always kind of mad at the end too. Just ready for some bigger "Ahaa" moments you know? I've decided this is why I love 24 (although I'm nervous this season isn't going to be as good as previous ones.) It's full of suspense and anticipation but you are constantly reaching little Ahaa moments... with the confidence that the whole picture will essentially be revealed within a few short months. And then an entirely new predicament will start the excitement again next year. Just less of the frustration for me I guess.

Ross, on the other hand has no qualms with Lost. We have discovered in our near four years of marriage that this illustrates one of our fundamental differences. I may have mentioned it before.

*Ross is ALL about the delayed gratification.

*I am not.

I'm embarrassed to admit that, as mine isn't exactly an admirable trait...pretty much screams little child and lack of self control. You know that study they do on children where they give them like five M&Ms and tell them that if they don't eat them, they'll be given a whole bag later? (For anyone who actually knows what I'm talking about, I'm filling in the many gaps in my memory with my own ideas.) Well what do most of the children do? They eat the M&Ms. The five. With almost no memory of the bag that was promised them. Instinctive right? A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush. I would most definitely be one of those children with a ring of chocolate around the mouth. Huh?

Ross on the other hand would be the little boy sitting quietly, arms folded, in front of five untouched M&Ms. He would also be the boy that after receiving his reward of a whole bag, would share it with the rest of the kids... but I guess that illustrates a whole other trait. Anyway, therein lies the difference that allowed him to disperse his Halloween candy throughout the YEAR while my chocolate was gone before I was done trick-or-treating... and the nasty sugary stuff a day later. It still allows him to wait for his dinner to settle before dessert, while I am unable to relax at night until I've snuggled with my ice-cream mug. It is the reason I am always thinking NOW is the time to buy another house while he can actually use logic, finances, and market research to make a grown up decision. And of course, it is what allows him to sit perfectly content in front of Lost, while I watch, brows furrowed, mouth open, ready to complain while we fast-forward the commercials. Oh thank goodness we are different.