“Walking Dead” is big in my house. On Sunday night, we all gather around what ever TV we are near at the time (we have so many it’s not in the same room) and prepare ourselves for who will die or survive next. During the course of an hour, with frequent commercial breaks, my family will discuss what they would have done differently, what weapons they would have, how they would collect supplies….blah, blah, blah. I’m thinking…”where am I going to get my roots done?”
Yes, people…I’m thinking about my hair!! Not just my hair, I’m thinking about the fact that these people haven’t bathed in Lord knows when and there isn’t a pimple on their faces. Their teeth are pearly white and you know Darryl has never been to the dentist in his life. But here’s the kicker, do any of these women get their monthly bill? You know what I’m talking about. Yes, it’s a zombie apocalypse but where is Aunt Flow? Did she turn into a zombie? I don’t know about you all but, not having a visit from my dreaded Aunt Flow….that might be my reason to survive a zombie apocalypse!!
As my boys and my husband discuss with great enthusiasm survival tactics, battle strategies and if Terminus is a cannibalistic society, I’m thinking that my family would be eaten in about ten seconds in a zombie world. That might be an unfair estimate. We are soccer players…we could outrun a herd of zombies. But, could we survive?
As we sit in our beautiful warm home, with dinner cooking and everyone’s phone close at hand in case there is an emergency text that the zombie plague has occurred, I laugh to myself. What would these kids do without their phones? I would like to think that we could scrap out a living together. Maybe band together with the neighbors and make a safe haven in our little corner of Washington State. But, would it be enough? Would we all just be happy with being alive?
As a parent, I would fight till my dying breath to keep my children alive. Still, I wonder, would it be enough for my beautiful, pampered children to just survive? Could they carve out a life and find joy and happiness in the things that our society has seemed to have forgotten? A sunrise and a sunset. Reading a good book or building something with their own hands. What about relationships? In this age of email, texts and blogs (yeah, I went there) could we find the beauty and worth in face-to-face interactions again? Instead of sexting, would we write love letters? For every one luxury that we would lose in a post-apocalyptic world, there are so many things that with the gain of these luxuries we have already lost. Will we ever really know and understand what would be lost and gained and would we appreciate what we still have in a world of zombies? I hope I never have to find out…but…I think I’ll make a run to Target…I might need a stash of hair color.
Ciao for now!!