Sunday, September 18, 2011

It's a Special

I've been gone...buying a house has turned into a second job for me.  This is all I have...and not unlike the Car Crash blog...but for a Sunday afternoon, this is where I'm at.
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"...When you find their something is nothing at all..." - Rollins Band "What Do You Do"

I write about the show Lost a lot, I find.














I bought the whole box set collection sometime last year. I've been working my way through it.  One disc at a time...methodically.



I got caught off guard by a scene recently.  I guess it was the wrong scene at the wrong stage of my life, apparently.

John Locke, forever the wanderer, forever the one wanting to belong and to be accepted, finds himself taken in and embraced by "The Others."


He is given a task to kill someone, and he falters.  In that he doesn't kill the man he is supposed to kill.

To this, Benjamin Linus says, "We thought you were special...now we're not so sure."  This crushes Locke.  And that scene took me aback, personally.


Because someone telling you that they thought you were special but actually are not...well, that sucks to hear.

And I've heard that.  So that scene made me pause on my Lost marathon.

Then I flipped that Dennis Downer trip I was on upside down.  Because if I've learned anything, it's that realizing someone isn't special...realizing that she isn't your savior, isn't your mate, isn't your partner...that's pretty awesome.


It's pretty awesome that you got out before you spent your life worshiping a false idol.  Awesome that you got out before you spent thousands of dollars and had kids and woke up old and broken.  It's awesome you got out when you did.


Even if you realized a bit after the fact that they were not "special" like you had always thought.

Better late than never.

I'll take that for a win any day of the week.

6 comments:

  1. Agreed - but you'll always be special to me, in a literary/shared sentiment/intellectual/old soul sense.
    ~Jane

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  2. Jane, you mean I'm special in the short bus sense, right?

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  3. Isn't it a relief when you realize you've been freed of a future that promised to be nothing but pain and misery? It's the best. When I had a guy tell me that same sentiment back when I was a lass, I was crushed. Years later he made a special trip to visit me just to apologize. He recognized that I was and am, in fact, dripping in Awesome. He told me he regretted letting me go. It was wonderful! I gave him a hug, told him he was forgiven, and walked away never looking back.

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  4. I think you're super special.

    Me

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  5. Carrie...that had to feel good to have happen. Sounds like you handled it maturely...way better than I would, I think.

    You...I wish I WERE special, actually.

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  6. You actually are.

    Me

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