I meant to include this in the  “Geeky/Pop Culture Happenings of Importance” section of my 2010 Year In Review post but in the haze of tired that comes with spending way too long on one blog post, I left it off the list. It’s just as well, as this really sort of deserves its own post. Because even though Caprica captured my imagination this year, and even though there were many exciting changes in the world of Doctor Who, and even though Fringe had its best year yet, there is one sci-fi show that ended a 6-year run in 2010. A show that not only defined what I look for in TV, but gave my close friends and I an anchor for our relationships with each other. No matter how busy we got, or what other things came up in our lives, we could always come together for this.

2010 brought the end of Lost.

I didn’t start watching Lost in the first season. It was only when the second season had already started and was 3-4 episodes in that Liz & Alex refused to let me go on any longer without watching it. So they sat me down and let me watch the entirety of season one, which they’d recorded on DVR. The pilot episode impressed me with its quality, but it was Episode 4, “Walkabout,” that reeled me in for good. As John Locke shouted “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” I was bawling, and I knew that this was a character, and a show, I wanted to stick with.

Since then, I became addicted to the Lost ARGs that invaded the internet during every summer hiatus, piecing together clues trying to figure out what the Dharma Initiative was doing, or who The Others were… I bought the (horrible) book, Bad Twin, also to search for clues to the show. And my friends and I had a weekly Lost Email Chain. The day after every new episode, or sometimes the same night, depending on how good/mindblowing the episode was. Season premieres became events where we’d get together, and Lost creeped into our lexicon. Suddenly, the receipt printer in NYC taxi cabs “sound like the smoke monster”, and all of us would randomly scream “Waaaaaalt!!”

Lost gave me a world I could take apart and rearrange, bury myself in, and put back together in whatever configuration I liked. While other TV shows gave me answers, Lost gave me something to do, causing my brain to continue working long after I’d watched an episode. And in the end, the ending was up to me.

Lots of folks were dissatisfied with the ending of Lost. Just as many people enjoyed it. I’m one of the latter. I love that Lost stayed true to its mystery right to the end, because in doing that it stayed true to itself. Lost was always a show about questions, and questioning, and appreciating the journey rather than the destination. Thank you, Lost, for allowing me to enjoy the ride for six years.

And thank you, Benjamin Linus, for being my most disturbing crush ever.