Dear LOST...

You know when you think you have some mysterious plot

of a book or movie "figured out?"

It feels good, right?

But then the plot decides to take enough twists and turns

to make a Smoke Monster super-jelly.

You start to question how stupid you are.

You shake your head over your simplistic theories when the plot really gets going.

And complicated.

But you know what is more infuriating?

When after SIX seasons of crazy-ass numbers,

hatches,

Dharma stations,

sideways worlds,

time travel,

Egyptian mythology,

hydrogen bombs,

smoke monsters,

and

Walt,

the plot takes you to the BIGGEST cop out of story-ending....

You just gotta walk away.

LOST, you may have dumped me last night,

but I'm ok with that now.

You were the biggest pile of red herrings EVER.

Regards,

Goldteef