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.
But you know what is more infuriating?
When after SIX seasons of crazy-ass numbers,
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.