Zombies

I saw World War Z the other night.  I had wanted to see it when I had first seen the previews, but for some reason the news that zombies were the main event of the film had not yet reached me.  Yes, I know it is a book, so yes it would logically make sense that I would have some sort of clue.  But I didn’t.  But since I came in uninformed, the previews decided that they would foreshadow how the movie would be.  Just as a kindness I presume.  Every preview leading up to the feature presentation was for a horror film.  I’m not talk just thriller type movies, I’m talking about the demons in the house, clap twice and some possessed creature takes over your body, the name is Asylum type movies.  Little did they know that I almost walked out of the theater at this point.

Let me tell you something small about myself before I continue.  I have gone almost the entirety of my 22 years avidly avoiding horror movies.  And not just horror, gory, anything with cannibals, possessed children, and basically any movie that has the words “The house…” in the title.  There is only one time in my entire life when I did not successfully avoid these movies.  And in short its because my best friend liked this guy, and he liked scary movies, which meant despite my enthusiastic protest, I watched Amityville Horror with a pillow over my face.  To every person who tries to make me watch a scary movie, I say, “If you want to watch me wet my pants out of sheer terror, and then I get to call you every single time I can’t sleep in the middle of the night because of that movie?  Then sure we can watch it!  Oh yes, and you DO get the wonderful job of checking behind the shower curtain before I go into the bathroom, and canvassing every closet and closing the doors before I go to sleep”.  From this, they gain a true understanding of what I mean by no, and continue on to our other film options. 

So after all of that, without spoiling it, here is just a glimpse into the movie.  I jumped out of my seat in the first 10 minutes, and I spent the majority of the two hours with my hands on my face so it was easy access to cover my eyes or my ears when I got scared.   I have never seen a movie that has ever given me so much anxiety in my entire life.  I could actually feel my body unclenching in parts where I knew zombies wouldn’t be attacking.  It was a rough ride to say the least.  But for some reason I still really liked it. Maybe it was Brad Pitt.  What could be better then a man whose motivation for saving the world is his wife and daughters, and who is, let me say it (we’re all thinking it), incredibly handsome the whole time he’s doing it?

Most importantly,I left the movie fully believing these few things.  Zombies are real.  If and when there is ever a zombie attack, I would like someone I love to kill me before the undead have a chance to turn me.  I wouldn’t hate if I happened to one day buy a house that has a bunker built beneath the surface stocked with a lifetime supply of food for my family and I, and more seriously, that I am terrified to ever have children in this world. 

This blog is not about movies, although I would have no problem telling you all about my most and least favorite movies ever filmed.  But there is a point to rambling about WWZ.  And that is that I left, more then ever believing that God has a plan.  Okay maybe not, more then ever, but I did leave with a true belief that hes got this.  It’s something that I tell myself daily, and I know logically, but it’s believing it on a more heartsy level that I have a hard time with.  I actually have a tattoo on my ankle that reminds me that he has a plan for me.

If you’ve been reading my other posts you know that my life is just a little bit of a mess right now.  I’ve started working full time at one of my jobs, I start working for two designers this week, and I’m still trying to start my own business.  This was not my plan.  This is not necessarily what I wanted to do post-grad.  I didn’t want to be spread thin, running about the city of Philadelphia trying to avoid zombies, and accomplish a hundred things a day.  But that is just where I’m at right now.  And I have to believe that it will get better.  I have to believe that one day, I will get all of my student loans paid of, that I can open my own store, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t be working three jobs at once.  So keeping my head held high, I focus on this truth, that God has my back, and he is the mastermind behind this wonderful mess of a thing I call my life.