4, 8, 15, 15, 23, 42.

Wow, this is hard. Last week’s post was hard enough, but with this one I don’t really know what I’m going to do.

I love Tv shows, I’m the kind of person that knows the schedule of American Tv, so I can download my favourite shows the night that they are showed.

I’ve watched everything, Friends, Scrubs, Six feet under, E.R., Ugly Betty, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Desperate Housewives, Grey’s anatomy, Glee , just to name a few.
I stopped watching a lot of these shows because they were cancelled, they never ended or every character slept with every character, and that was not exciting any more.
Now, I’m following only 4 shows, House M.D., Dexter, MadMen and Lie to me.
I watch all of them for the same reason. All of them have a strong character as a lead, they are all kind of super heroes in their own way. House is a rockstar that makes everybody's day better when he saves lifes. Donal Draper saves the day with awesome ideas for his company. Dexter is a serial killer who kills serial killers. And Cal Lightman can catch liars with only looking at their face.

BUT, September, 22 of the year 2004, a plane that was flying from Sydney to L.A, crashed in an island in the Pacific Ocean. In the plane there was a doctor, a killer, a bad men, a junkie, a torturer, a millionaire, a father that didn’t know his son, a pregnant woman, a Korean couple with marital issues, and A BELIEVER.

The believer was John Locke, who was the only one who knew that the place where they fell into was special. He wasn’t scared, he just wanted to know the secrets of the island. So he fought everybody who wanted to get out of there, because he knew that everyone’s life in the civilized world was miserable.
There’s a very special reason why I call him a believer. When he got on that plane, he was a very sad man in a wheel chair, but when he got to the island he could walk again. That’s why he knew that place was special, he had faith. Besides he was cool because he was the only one who had 400 knives when they got there.

There’s a lot I’m not mentioning that explains why I’m so in love with Lost. Like there were other people on the island, which they called, "the others", not surprisingly. There was some kind of black smoke that killed people, and also, in that Caribbean island lived polar bears. Oh, that was quality television.

By the time they got to the 5 season, things got out of control, I didn’t enjoy it as much as before, but I still got together with my friends to watch every episode. When it was near the end in their 6th season, I really thought I was gonna suffer a nervous breakdown, and that the creators of the show were going to blow my mind with the best ending ever. Of course, nothing of this happened, and I ended up with an awful feeling all of that month. They killed my favourite TV show with stupid and simples answers.

After that, I decided never again to fall in love with a TV show.