I find myself writing for a small niche of students as the technology columnist for The Daily Reveille. Sure, others probably read my columns, but they might not grab the full meaning I’m trying to convey — or think I’m constantly ripping on Apple.
It’s a tight group, but those in it can relate very well to my material.
And that collection of readers will most likely get a lot smaller today, but those in the group will understand the greatness of today’s topic.
Those who are friends with me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter are probably well aware the final season of my favorite TV show premiered Tuesday.
Of course, I’m speaking of the epicness that is “Lost.”
Those of you who have followed the show every week for the last five years know how enthralling the next 16 weeks will be.
Those of you who don’t watch “Lost,” A) What is wrong with you? And B) Sorry to say, it’s a little too late to jump aboard now. (But I hear the Saints bandwagon still has some room on it.)
That said, those who didn’t watch the premiere or who are still trying to play catch-up, here is your fair warning — SPOILER ALERT!
Season five ended with a bang (literally), and eight long months later the audience finally gets a taste of what might happen to the survivors of Oceanic 815.
The show constantly brings discussions, confusion, headaches and more conspiracy theories than the JFK assassination.
I’ve thrown my arms (or my remote) in the air in disgust and constantly said, “I hate this damn show,” more times than I can remember but “Lost” still holds a special place in my heart. And ultimately, that’s what makes it great.
Back in high school, we spent many a physics class discussing the previous night’s episode of “Lost,” each coming up with our own conclusion and trying to figure out what the producer’s were trying to do.
And Tuesday night’s premiere continued that tradition. While not surrounded by the people in my high school physics class, those at the little get together I had brought up some mixed emotions on the show.
One person was filled with disappointment, and another with confusion. Others tried to explain it all, and I threw my arms in the air and once again said, “I hate this damn show.”
The producers have opened a lot of doors and asked tons of questions the “Lost” faithful are waiting to be answered in this final season.
What do the numbers mean? Why does Jack’s dad keep popping up? Why can’t dead characters just stay dead? What does Charles Widmore want with the island? How is the island flying through time? Why doesn’t Richard Alpert age? And (my mother’s personal favorite) what happened to the two random characters who were buried alive on the beach?
I think you get the idea. I could fill 10 columns with just questions asked on the show.
I’m expecting big things from the producers this final season. I want all my headaches thinking about this show gone and my questions answered.
I have a strong feeling they won’t be, but it’s going to be well worth the trip seeing how everything comes together.
Let’s see if they ever make it off the island.
Let’s see if the two timelines will eventually converge.
Let’s see if Jack will ever stop being an idiot.
It’d be great to be able to talk with everyone possible to get their ideas and theories on the show, but unfortunately that will never happen.
Does LSU have a “Lost” club? If not, someone should get on that.
Until then, you should have your rear end parked on your couch for the next 16 weeks or so every Tuesday night ready to find yourself … Lost. 
——Adam Arinder is a 20-year-old communication studies junior from Baton Rouge. Follow him on Twitter @TDR_aarinder.