My New Year's Resolution: Worry Less About Zombies
The Man sez: Really. You can laugh. My resolution is to worry less, specifically about things that are beyond my control, highly unlikely, or are self-destructive. Good thing I'll be seeing Dr. Feelgood on Tuesday because I know myself well enough to be honest and admit that I will, at least initially, need some chemical assistance with that, at least initially. If you know me in the slightest, you will not be surprised that I've resolved to worry less about zombies (among other things). Back in the days of taking rainbows of pills, I used to have seriously disturbing nightmares every night. I woke up crying a couple of times. That combined with a near-constant fear of loss of control, surprises, and running has blended up into a nice, frosty daquiri of neuroses. Sometimes I find myself thinking of how silly this fear-of-zombies crap truly is. Then I have that nightmare where I can't get my fucking leaden feet to move fast enough as I try to escape a passel of Bad Guys through deserted streets. No fucking lie - I once had such a realistic escape nightmare that I woke up with sore legs. Seriously, what the fuck?? But no more. I plan to walk into Dr. Feelgood's on Tuesday, sit in the chair with the best view of the green and blue neo-impressionist landscape painting, and say "I'm 24 years old and it ain't cute any more; fix this shit", then wait with palms flat and open for a short sheif of scrips and referrals. Because this is the year Liz conquors That Which Sucks.