While watching Lost last night, it occured to me. I don't care anymore.
I don't care what the mystery of the island is. I don't care if Jack gets free from the Others. I don't care if Kate does/doesn't love Sawyer.
I used to really enjoy the show, but now it's like getting hit in the head with a hammer.
So until Sawyer finally power-fucks the attitude out of Jack, or Phil Silvers shows up on the island and puts on a musical version of Hamlet set to the music from Carmen, I'm done.