Zombies

Feeling fed up today.  Could be hormonal or it could be that yesterday I realised that Shaun of the Dead could be real.  Every now and then I have these flashes of realisation about this country.  The worst was when we first came back from America in 2001.  In three months we'd got used to the positivity and optimism of the people over there and then we returned to find the usual "mustn't grumble" attitude that drives me insane! 

I've probably mentioned this before, but I read a letter in a newspaper once about a woman who'd had plastic surgery to look like Queen Nefertiti and someone had written in to say "well, it may have been her lifelong dream to look like Queen Nefertiti, but if we all followed our dreams where would we be?"  Argh! 

Anyway, yesterday on the way to work we started joking about how everyone we saw looked like they could be a zombie.  Everyone seemed to be walking incredibly slowly, hunched over, with looks of abject misery or boredom on their faces.  Yes it was raining, but it was also Friday.  The first few we saw were funny, but after half an hour of not seeing one single person who looked happy to be alive, I got depressed. 

We all have bad days.  And we're all guilty of not appreciating what we have.  But if you're that unhappy, do something about it!  Think about what you did yesterday.  Do you want to be doing that every day for the rest of your life?!  I know I don't. 

I just wish I knew what I could do instead.