I think that sometimes I get the best ideas when I am extremely tired. That happened on Saturday night/Sunday morning. I was sitting in the backseat of the car, on the way home from Chicago, and I was so tired, I could feel myself slipping into the "zombie state." The only way I was going to communicate for the 3 hour ride home was through grunts and I was already moving extremely slowly. I didn't care about anything. I was a zombie. Then I came up with this:
Dying isn't just taking a last breath. When you die, you lose everything that makes you human. You lose your feeling. Feeling makes a person human. When you can't feel anymore, you forfeit your humanity. Becoming a zombie is losing all emotion to the point where you are numb. Everyone has a zombie day every now and then, where you choose not to feel at all. (I think today is one of those days for me.) But normally people don't lose their humanity completely on a whim. No, it takes something disastrous, something cataclysmic, to rip a person's human-ness from them.
Kinda thought about a story idea for this^. Yes? Thoughts on this?
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