Zombie Apocalypse

I’m really into The Walking Dead right now. It’s a disaster show about a group of people trying to survive after something unknown causes the human race to become infected and mutated like zombies, in other words, the walking dead (clever right?). It’s actually a pretty fun show. It’s well written with plenty of good scares. Now, I’ve never been into zombies (I’ve always thought the whole “undead” thing to be kind of silly), but now I might have changed my mind. I got to thinking, in a real zombie apocalypse what would happen to me? Which character would I be? What role would I play? Well, I had to be honest with myself: I would be the first to die. It’s true. I mean, let’s be real here, I have no skill set that would be useful in a life-or-get-eaten-by-zombies-and-then-become-one-yourself situation. I don’t think performing a monologue for a bunch of flesh-eating zombies would keep them from taking a bite out of me. Besides,  I have no experience with weapons, I’m not a brilliant scientist, or a tough cop, and I probably wouldn’t be the love interest.  Although, in these shows there’s usually a “spiritual” character. I’m a Christian, I could fit that role. I could be the character that always makes everyone pray and says deep, philosophical things. But that character usually ends up dead anyway. Once they say their brilliantly encouraging line, they’re expendable.  So, I think I’m just going to say, I really hope there is never a zombie apocalypse.

Because I’d be dead…

Or undead.

Doors.

“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” -Alexander Graham Bell
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Mr. Lewis

“Well, how exactly do I love myself?

Now that I come to think of it, I have not exactly got a feeling of fondness or affection for myself, and I do not even always enjoy my own society. So apparently  ‘ Love your neighbour’ does not mean ‘feel fond of him’ or ‘find him attractive’. I ought to have seen that before, because, of course, you cannot feel fond of a person by trying. Do I think well of myself, think myself a nice chap? Well, I am afraid I sometimes do (and those are, no doubt, my worst moments) but that is not why I love myself. In fact it is the other way round: my self-love makes me think myself nice, but thinking myself nice is not why I love myself. So loving my enemies does not apparently mean thinking them nice either. That is an enormous relief. For a good many people imagine that forgiving your enemies means making out that they are really not such bad fellows after all, when it is quite plain that they are. Go a step further. In my most clear-sighted moments not only do I not think myself a nice man, but I know that I am a very nasty one. I can look at some of the things I have done with horror and loathing. So apparently I am allowed to loathe and hate some of the things my enemies do.”

Oh Mr. Bennet!

“What of your cousin Mr Collins and the famous Lady Catherine de Bourgh? As a connoisseur of human folly, I should of thought you impatient to be savouring these delights.” ~Mr. Bennet, Pride and Prejudice

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