"What am I doing with my life? I'm so pale. I should get
out more. I should eat better. My posture's horrible. I should stand up
straighter. People would respect me more if I stood up straighter. What's wrong with me? I just want to connect. Why can't I
connect with people?
Oh, right, it's cause I'm dead. I shouldn't be so hard on
myself, I mean, we're all dead. This girl's dead. That guy's dead. That guy in
the corner is definitely dead. These guys look awful.
I wish I could introduce myself but I don't remember my name
anymore. I mean, think it started with an R but that's all I have left. I
can't remember my name or my parents or my job. Although my hoodie would
suggest I was unemployed.
Sometimes I look at the others and try to imagine what they
were. You were a janitor. You were the rich son of a corporate CEO. You were a
personal trainer and now you're a corpse. I have a hard time piecing together
how this whole apocalypse thing happened. Could have been chemical warfare, or
airborne virus or a radioactive outbreak monkey but it doesn't matter. This is
what we are now. This is a typical day for me. I shuffle around, occasionally
bumping into people, unable to apologize or say much of anything. It must
have been so much better before when everyone could express themselves,
communicate their feelings and just enjoy each other's company. A lot of
us have made our home here at this airport. I don't know why. People wait at
airports, I guess, but I'm not sure what we're all waiting for.
Oh man, they call these guys bonies. They don't bother us
much but they'll eat anything with a heartbeat. I mean, I will too but at least
I'm conflicted about it. We all become them someday. At some point you just
give up I guess. You lose hope. After that there's no turning back. Oh
man, gross, don't pick at it. You're making it worse. This is what I have to
look forward to. It's kind of a bummer. I don't want to be this way. I'm
lonely. I'm lost. Wait, I'm literally lost. I've never been in this part
of the airport before.
This is my best friend. By best friend I mean we
occasionally grunt and stare awkwardly at each other. We even have almost
conversations sometimes. Days pass this way but sometimes we even find
actual words, words like 'hungry' and 'city.'"
Na-ah..I am not really a fan of vampire movies or series, but somehow I can relate well with these lines of R at the beginning of the movie Warm Bodies. Perhaps this is just one of those seasonal phases when I say, "don't mind me that much, may pinagdadaanan lang."
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