I’ve been in a really weird mood lately. Since I posted that thing about Six Flags New Orleans, it got me back into Prypiat and Chernobyl (more here) and that’s just sunken me into this deep depression about the apocalypse. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. Like this is all a dream, and in “real life” I’m the only one left after the end of the world/nuclear fallout/a zombie attack/the Rapture/whatever. Being by myself for an extended period of time was difficult. I couldn’t leave Carl for more than ten minutes at a shot because I needed someone with me; companionship; the warmth of another human being.
I’m okay now, though. I woke up this morning and the odd fear I had lingering in the back of my head was gone. I think it was the NyQuil last night.
Things I have learned from this mental ordeal:
- Godspeed You! Black Emperor really scares the shit out of me, specifically East Hastings
- At some subconscious level I am really fucked up
- I’m fairly certain I would survive an apocalyptic-type situation based on how I handled myself, but I’d probably kill myself without human contact
- What the hell do people eat after the world ends? Twinkies?
- Pizza Hut makes everything better
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