Too Stupid To Live 
14 Comments My dark, post-apocalyptic self
This is a stream-of consciousness post.
I have no direction.
All I have is this photo I snapped today.
There is a series of overpasses being built here and they are enormous. These things are monsters! And every time I pass them, I feel a sense of…..longing? No, that’s not quite the right word….
They get my thoughts rolling in a weird (for you-normal for me) direction. You know, those thoughts where some big catastrophic event has wiped out most of humanity and you’re one of maybe 20,000 people left on the entire planet. (yes!) In those types of movies its always the deserted city scene that thrills me to no end.
Like this one from 28 Days Later where he comes out of a coma and staggers out of the hospital only to find nobody. Anywhere.
(this must be the overpass connection….)
I could totally live without the zombies though (couldn’t we all?). I’m satisfied after this scene and can turn the movie off.
I’ve designed my apocalypse to be a little less “over-run” with the walking dead.
My problem is that I don’t think things all the way through. In my mind, all I would need was some gear and a gun and the whole wide world mostly to myself.
It wouldn’t be any fun if there was no chance of running into some nut along the way.
In my fantasies (and in a book I’ve written), my world looks like this…..
Of course, having kids has changed a lot of how I think. While I was pregnant with Boy I tried watching The Road.
Big mistake.
If there was ever a real-life depiction of Hell, that would be it. I was upset for DAYS. Which is weird because I was never bothered by violence before.
Thanks to my dad’s standard of rating movies…
To this day I can hardly handle the Chick Flicks. I’m still all….
Although nobody could ever prepare me for my aversion to certain sub-genres of horror.
When we lived in Chicago I watched The Ring with The Dark Knight because he was all…
And so I watched it in an attempt to step outside my box.
It scarred me for life.
I bawled out of sheer terror. And I went to bed with the lights on FOR A YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even in the daylight hours I could hardly function.
Still, the chemical make-up of my brain tends to lean towards the melancholy.
An intense contrast to my outward persona.
Which is definitely a little on the happy-pants side.
But I think a lot of people who do the funny also battle the not-so-funny.
And I guess thats ok with me.
As long as I have some medication…..
I love this post. Love that this is where your stream-of-consciousness takes you.
Thanks! Although sometimes I end up daydreaming about dying my hair pink. I can kind of go either way.
i’m so very glad i found you… love this.
Thanks Leigh! I’m glad you found me too! Thanks for reading AND commenting.
I loved this post, Violet. I spend way too much time thinking about the end of the world. Of COURSE I don’t really want the world to end. But sometimes it just feels like everything is so…programmed. And there’s something appealing about walking the abandoned streets like a badass. (Can I join your gang? Or are you only a solo badass?) Do you like folk music? Check out Hadestown by Anais Mitchell. It’s a folk opera retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice set in post-apocalyptic America. There are way more than 20000 people left in that world, but I still think it would make a great soundtrack for this post.
Oh my gosh I’m googling that right now!!
Oooh, I love fantasizing about waking up to find myself the sole inhabitant of a large city. In reality, I’d probably freak out the instant I realized that cold beer is no longer a reality.
Did you ever see the Blair Witch Project? I saw grown adults asking the manager of the theater to walk them to their cars after that. It wigged a lot of people out.
And that is is the MAIN reason I don’t drink beer. The dissapointment would ruin the glee.
I never did see Blair Witch. I can’t even watch home movies without wanting to barf. I would get sick long before I got scared. ……maybe….
OMG, The Road. I didn’t sleep restfully for days after that, why didn’t they stay in that underground bunker? Also, did the people at the end eat the boy? So many questions, such warped minds! Another disturbing one is I Am Legend. I saw that 5 years ago and still can’t sleep. They come at night you know ;-(
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Oh yeah! I Am Legond made me cry too. But I was on a 17-hour flight to Africa and had no idea I was pregnant. So it COULD have been the hormones. And the fact that I hadn’t slept in almost 24 hours….
Your posts make my day. 28 days later ruined my life for at least a year. My sister and I saw it together and we haven’t been the same since. We had to watch a disney movie that night just to balance life back out again…
Oh I know! I didn’t finish it. It was just a little too…..real?
Oh man, How did I miss so many posts? It’s okay. I’m caught up now. This post is awesome. I used to LOVE scary movies, then my house got all creepy and haunted and now I just can’t do it. Not even movies I’ve seen a million times.
Great post.
I have to make a confession. I’ve been sort of blog-stalking you for awhile now. I’m not so good with the comment-leaving and whatnot. But I just wanted you to know that your blog is hilarious and wonderful, and I look forward to reading it each time you post a new masterpiece.
And why did I choose to comment on this post over your others? Well, because I’ve had a similar experience with my best friend. The funny text picture, not so much with the Flat Stanley. Although, I have done some Flat Stanley pictures here in Charleston before. But they weren’t funny.