The spoken word is always a thousand times more powerful than a thought. A thought can see a dream, but the spoken word can destroy a dream or make that dream a reality.
I am actively looking for a woman I can survive a zombie apocalypse with. Someone I know will be there hacking and slashing the undead horde right next to me. Someone who has my back no matter what. If I fall she will be there to pick me up, if she falls I would do the same because I would rather die than leave her behind. Someone I can trust not to fall asleep on her watch. A woman who is a resourceful bad ass, not a weak minded milk-toast or on the other end of the spectrum, a raging bitch! A life partner through thick and thin! A woman who loves me as deeply as I love her!
Note – The above statement, while a metaphor and somewhat satirical, is what I want and expect in a mate. It’s what everyone should want and expect in a life partner, the ONE. Someone who would be there no matter if it’s zombies, aliens, hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, job loss, financial problems, good, bad, for richer or poorer, good health, bad health, winning lottery ticket or just plain bad luck. Someone who will pick you up when you get knocked out, pull the knife out of your back, brush you off and then fight like hell along side you to make it right. A person to whom you can trust with your life and love to! NOT someone who jams the knife in your back, runs at the first signs of trouble, is only there for the good or if they need something and is gone when they have what they want.
Good luck fellow zombie apocalypse survivors!! May you find that person that ONE person who will save your ass when shit hits the fan!!
The hardest thing about love lost isn’t letting go, it’s realizing the person you loved doesn’t love you anymore or possibly never loved you at all.
I’ve always loved science fiction and when I was a kid I used to wish one day I would wake up and find out I was either an alien or robot in human form from another planet. I’ve seen my insides and even touched my own beating heart so I can say with almost 100% certainty I am neither robot or alien. While yes, I do have some metal parts it’s not enough to be robot and I’m not alien because, as everyone knows, Dr. Who has two hearts so I can’t be a Time Lord. That means the best I can hope for anymore is to find out my dad was a test tube and mother was a petri dish…
Sometimes you need to be completely shattered and broken by the wrong person before you can find the right one who can help pick up the pieces and make you whole again!
Where were you Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001? I was living in Fort Wayne, Indiana. My father had been diagnosed with cancer and I had moved up there to take care of him. Every Tuesday morning at 9 a.m. the family would meet for breakfast at Richards Restaurant Inc. While getting dressed I had the TV on, the channel broke into a special report saying an airplane had just hit one of the Twin Towers in NY City.
After a couple minutes I left for the restaurant and when I got there they had all the TV’s turned on to watch what was going on. Everybody was talking and asking how such an accident could happen and then the second Tower was hit. We watched in amazement and horror as 9/11 unfolded before our eyes while we ate breakfast. While there, we watched both Towers in flames and smoke, people jumping from windows too high to survive the fall, both Towers fall and saw the first reports about the Pentagon being hit.
Little did we know at the time how much the world would change over the next several years because of these attacks. 9/11 still affects the U.S. and the world 13 years later, I can only hope another day like that will never happen again. For as long as I live, I will always remember certain days in somber reverence, the day my dad passed, the Space Shuttle Challenger explosion and Sept. 11, 2001…
About a week ago someone asked me out of the blue, “When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?” It was random and unexpected so I thought for a moment and said a police officer. Which is what I wanted to do when I got older but I went blank on when I was a child. At one point I remember I wanted to be a pirate like most boys, sailing the Seven Seas, sword fighting, walking the plank, looting, pillaging, getting as much booty as I could and be able to say “aarrrrggggg” all the time.
Driving up to Gainesville the other day I remembered what I really wanted to be when I was a kid. I wanted to be a truck driver and travel the highways. The reason was, some of best times I had growing up was traveling with my family. We would all load up into the family funster, sometimes it was a car and others it was a van. At one point my dad even had a mid 60’s Ford Econoline van that looked just like the Mystery Machine from Scooby-doo, but instead of the multicolored paint job it was a burnt orange. We would go up north to visit relatives, go camping, sight see from the Florida Keys to Canada and all points east of the Mississippi. I was 14 before I flew on a public airline.
I used to love the open road and seeing new things, I really couldn’t wait for road trips. I still do to a point, but I’ve lost my rose colored road trip glasses so it’s not the same. I’m an adult now so when I drive it’s about going from point A to B and not the trip, the road ways are majorly congested most of the time, gas is way too expensive all the time and the small side road sight seeing points have turned into spendy tourist traps. Those were the good ‘ol days!