But why do we do anything we do as fans, it’s all meaningless if you think about it, important to the self, but beyond that, where’s the need for any of it?
In the grand scheme of things, when we die, we take all of this with us. No one will know, in detail, what was in my headspace, no one will care - and with each passing generation, memories will fade and more of me will be lost until all that remains is a name on a tombstone. So why put in the effort, why talk about our politics, spirituality, philosophy, or favorite episodes of Gilligan’s Island. Why compile a list, or create a blog, or share on social media, why insist on our significance, why grasp for immortality and cry out “This is me, this is what I think and like, see me, accept me!” Why don’t I just sit here and stare at the walls, the end results are the same? It all comes to nothing.
Why should Jim make a list, why should I read it, why should I have an opinion on it, why should I smile over Jack Frost’s high ranking, or be angered by Yucca Flats hovering around the bottom third? Seriously, unless he comes over to my house with a gang of toughs, ruffs me up until I renounce my high ranking, then destroys all copies of the episode… it doesn’t really touch me, does it? I’m still going to enjoy Yucca.
On the other hand, I gather it’s better than starring at walls, we have to do something to fill in the time. Maybe that’s “why” enough?
Lastly - it’s Jim’s list, it’s fine for Jim. He loves the show, and he put a lot of love and effort into his list. Good for him. And in a few moments, it’ll turn to fog and fade and have zero impact on me or my life or my viewing habits.
And so too, this long-winded musing of mine will be read or ignored or argued, and also be eventually forgotten. As it should be. It’s all stuff and nonsense, just something to while away the hours.
Hmm, I might be having an existential crisis. 
People are gonna’ people, I guess…?
