I have almost finished inhaling the first season of Heroes. Another example of something I have been doing a lot of in the last two years or so -- ooh, I'm really going to like this, best put it aside and read/watch/do it later when I have time and headspace to invest in it. And then it becomes part of the static scenery - observe bedside reading pile which I forgot was not an art installation.
Am LOVING IT! And I don't care if it goes downhill from now, I love it. (Enough even to maybe seek out fanfiction *innocently whistles*)
Peter: Are you the one? Did I save the world? Claire: I dunno. I'm just a cheerleader
Coincidentally, I have another post to make about my own epiphany this week, on destiny and The One. I'll make it later on.