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.
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…
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, the chemical make-up of my brain tends to lean towards the melancholy.
An intense contrast to my outward persona.
But I think a lot of people who do the funny also battle the not-so-funny.
And I guess thats ok with me.