Road Signs Warn of Zombies
…and I swear they made their way to Houston.
Image Courtesy of http://kxan.com
Austin’s KXAN.com reported today that roadsigns found at Lamar and MLK warned passersby (and I swear to B that’s the real way you say it) of oncoming zombie attacks. Specifically, they urgently cautioned – “ZOMBIES IN AREA! RUN!” Now, had I been back in the ATX, I probably would have made it my personal mission and goal to pinpoint the masterminds behind such a plot…. because let’s face it, broadcasting a pending zombie invasion to the community-at-large is slightly more than effing brilliant.
But no. Instead, I was in good old Houston, suffering its temperaments and monotony… the monotony that had turned me into a zombie. Houston didn’t need a road sign because they already knew I was here (which is kind of a shame because that might have been interesting to see). Today, of all days, I considered to be the pinnacle of my zombiedom… which makes it extremely providential that such an occurrence would take place in the city I consider my second home.
With the exception of my daily workout, I’m constantly finding myself enveloped in a bubble of blah, wondering when I’ll get a chance to permeate through its menacing film. It’s like, I can SEE where I want to be. I can SEE where I want to get. But I’m stuck! And I’m scared that breaking through the blah bubbles will just make an even bigger mess.
And is this just me? Is this something every twenty-something thinks about? One of my close friends turned “Kobe” today (24) and I wonder what’s going through his head, if he looked back at his 23rd year and saw a bubble around it, too.
I was talking to a co-worker friend at work about refocusing and how I need to do it. Refocusing. Puh! As if someone like me could actually define that word. And don’t get me wrong – I’ve been known to underestimate my own brilliance (really, I swear), but now’s not one of those times. I mean, it’s like how you would never catch a fish admitting it could fly. People (and fish, now that I mentioned it) will admit to their limitations if/once they are aware of them.
It makes me wonder how the rest of civilization does it. Tai chi? Shopping sprees? Massage Envy memberships? I’ve done two out of the three and I still find myself shrugging at the question. Same co-worker friend at work and I decided that we would try our shot at refocusing with a much-needed girls night at the shooting range next Wednesday night, which I’ll definitely have to document. I’ve never been to the shooting range, and think that firearms and weapons might be just what the doctor ordered. I initially suggested paintball, but unfortunately, she bruises easily. Which means I not only need to refocus, but find more paintball buddies as my existing ones have gotten too hardcore for me.
…and, just like an encore, woe is Jillian. *throws hands up in air
