Lately I've become a little worried about my present state of mind. I made the mistake of renting the entire third series of 'Lost' on dvd a few weeks ago, and I've subsequently done my head in. Given that I can't get SKY, I am being tortured by the fact that the current 4th series is currently playing and i can't watch it. It's all i can think about. I am a girl obsessed.
I am a shade away from becoming a sad loser/psycho lady who bins her job, stops returning phonecalls and becomes a twinkie-eating recluse whose only friends are on the telly. Really, it's starting to cause me mild concern that the inhabitants of the 'island' on the show 'Lost' feel more real to me than most people I know.
The writers are fabulously brilliant for spinning such a convoluted plot, but I don't think that's the reason I'm so hooked. I think it's the premise that you could just one day be going about your not-so-fulfilling, rather mundane life and BOOM out of nowhere be propelled into an alternate reality in which all may not have been created equal, but are nonetheless set on an even playing field and given a second chance at life.
These days I feel like i would kill for that. Imagine having the chance to start over again but this time try a bit harder...put a little more of yourself into the process of living...not make the same stupid mistakes again. Ah well. I suspect though, the problem with time travel would be major congestion and fights breaking out over the masses who refused to come back to the present day and insisted on staying in the past, listening to unfashionable music, wearing dodgy clothes and watching bad tv.
You'd find me in a dark club, dressed in black, wearing the kind of eye make-up that only the truly young can pull off, dancing to music under a blood red sky. Yep, that's where I'd be. Dreaming up dreams, squandering time and hiding from the truth - which the band AHA wised up to many years ago:
"The sun only shines on tv."
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