Lost and fandom nostalgia

Normally, I'd be writing about the Lost finale over on fanbitch, but a) That journal is pretty heavily about a different fandom (and the trashy fic I'm writing in it) right now, and b) This is more about personal stuff than the show, so...

I already made a post over here about the religious stuff (though I may do more navel-gazing that direction later); this is more about my experiences as a fan.

First, one funny little aside: I went poking around YouTube for some old-skool Lost goodies (and posted one of my own), and ran across several DomLijah vids. Which, naturally, I had to watch. And then I read the comments. Oh, lordy.

Not only am I astonished that that fandom has been going on for 5+ years in my utter absence, I'm also astonished that the screeching teenie HDU SAY THEIR GAY STFU FREEK crap is still going on, too.

All of this has happened before. All of it will happen again...

Oh, wait. Wrong series finale.

Anyway.

( Picture your mild-mannered Texty in spring 2004... )

And then I went back to school and became a Legitimate Media Person and here I am now, only slightly worse for the wear, and having a delightful time in my new fandom in part because of learning my lessons before.

Still, the finale last night brought up a lot of memories, and did sort of act as a bookend for that time of my life. Though I was really done with it five years ago, because the show continued in my absence, in a way, my lasting influence as a fan did, too. And now that it's finally over, I kind of feel like my involvement is finally over, too. I feel like I can finally put that chapter of my life to rest.

And so I shall.