I love that line (the title of this post), which Hurley says to Sayid in the first episode of this current season of Lost. Lost is one of my all-time favourite TV shows, and in the last few days (since the Great Sacking of 2009) I've re-watched the entire 4th season on DVD. As well as half of Buffy Season 3, and a few movies thrown in for good measure. When does distraction become avoidance? This is something Dr A will no doubt ask me this afternoon when I go in for my emergency session. The day after the Sacking I watched 14 hours of DVD/TV, because every time I switched the TV off my brain would start running scenarios, none of which made me feel pleasant. From re-living the actual "sacking-crying" scenario, to the wished-for (but never happened) "sacking-stabbing-arson" scenario. All of it sucked, all of it made me feel like crap, so I avoided going there. I'm all for learning Distress Tolerance, but I think the first few days after an "event" is too acute, and I needed to just block it all out as much as I could. When I slept, I had the kind of dreams which didn't relate exactly to recent events, but managed to tap into similar emotions just the same.
Getting back to Lost, I've decided the main reason I love it is that it manages to make sense of a seemingly nonsensical and rambling plot. I'm hoping for the same kind of scriptwriter in my own life. That in the end, the things that seemed to come out of left field, and the twists that seemed to signal the death of characters or the end of plot sequences, will all make sense. And will, in fact, be so pivotal to the eventual storyline that I can't imagine things having happened in a different way.