Positively Dead

It was not until late into the afternoon that I came to the realization that somehow I had become a zombie.

This troubled me.

Somewhere between last night and this very moment of self-awareness I, myself, had become a zombie. Yes, a living breathing, seemingly to me anyway, not so alive human.

While I may indeed be perplexed by this whole abnormality of self, it did explain the many reactions I had questioned in my own mind from the people with whom I had encounters with in the course of what I assumed was yet another ‘normal’ day.

The mailman, or Bill as I call him (despite his real name), seemed puzzled by my appearance, yet oddly said nothing to me this morning; although I have never seen a man with his girth walk so hurriedly, I naturally assumed he was running late or perhaps breakfast was not agreeing with him.

The people on the subway seemed suspiciously courteous and allowed me to have any choice of seat I looked upon…well actually seats, rows and rows of seats to be honest. Alright, they allowed me most of the car and moved into a corner, a very crowded corner.

Hmmm…Strangely I should have picked up on that, maybe my mind is not as it once was.

Ugh, all this noise and commotion around me I can barely think while I am eating. Where was I? OH YES!

I was wandering to the deli, just mere moments ago, and a little old lady was trying to cross the street and, being the former Boy Scout that I am, I thought I would do my humanly duty and help the dear woman. Unfortunately she saw me coming towards her and swore that she would rather choose death than have it come for her. She then stepped out into traffic where she tried to stop a bus with her face…then was tossed into a taxi windshield, but not before being bounced off of the front tire of a motorcycle. Luckily her head, while no longer attached to herself, managed to stop a cyclist from being hit by a swerving car, although when it lodged under his front wheel that man found himself flying through the air and suddenly impaled upon the woman’s now upturned walker that laid upon the ground.

After witnessing that supposedly horrifying event, I came to the deli and requested a sandwich made with the most rare meat possible. I have to admit that this craving was not my line of usual taste.

Shamefully I have to state, while sitting here amongst the screams and running about, that I have probably brought this commotion on myself. You see I was pondering the days events when the waitress came back with my drink, and as she reached across the table to place the glass down in front of me, I figured since she was in no hurry to bring my sandwich I might as well have a quick bite before then.

So now, an arm and a half later, I find myself barely able to finish the handful of brain in my mouth, as I am deeply distracted. If the screams and running about were not bad enough I now have these bullets constantly passing through various points of me too.

I still cannot help but wonder how this all happened?

Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be better.









- j.g.smith (04/11/07)