MOST DAYS I do okay. I wake up optimistic and excited. Not thinking about everything. What’s everything? You know what everything is. Everything that’s happened in your life up until now. All the things that consume you. All those thoughts in your head.
A lot of the time I feel like just existing is a sort of marathon, and it always comes to pass that I feel myself tripping and crashing. When that happens, I have to take a break, whether I want to or not. Usually I don’t want to. I have to talk myself into it, find a way to distract myself.
Here’s a thing: I used to play video games when I was a teenager. Just this week, a remake of one of my favorites from back then has just been released. It’s called Resident Evil 2. It’s my third favorite video game, second only to its prequel Resident Evil and the undisputed greatest of all time, Final Fantasy VII.
The Resident Evil series is a zombie story—an iconic one in the world of video games. I was pleasantly surprised to find that this remake not only keeps the story intact but properly develops it further with an updated presentation that was clearly informed by the passionate and loyal imaginations of those involved in its production. The creators of this game knew what their fans wanted, and they delivered.
I won’t go into details. I’ll just tell you I spent the weekend reading and solving puzzles and killing zombies—and other creatures. Now I feel reset. Reoriented. Refreshed. When before I kind of felt like a zombie myself, overloaded and sick with it and stumbling around hardly aware of my own actions.
Only in my world, the virus is anxiety.
It feels good to step back and kill a zombie once in a while.
I’m gonna write a book about zombies. I like having that thought in my head.