reflex |ˈrēˌfleks| noun.
An action that is performed as a response to a stimulus and without conscious thought.
There are times I feel as if all the life has been beaten out of me and I'm nothing more than a zombie on auto-pilot. Anything familiar gets dealt with using minimal effort. Everything else gets overlooked or ignored. There's no energy available to think or feel about anything. So I don't. Every day I'm just going through the motions and acting on reflex...
Attacking Jared The Subway Sandwich Whore would totally be reflex.
And the longer it goes on, the harder it is to escape.
The longer it goes on, the more you don't want to escape. But then something comes along to delight you, and the zombie fog is lifted. In this case, it was something totally unexpected. But very welcome.
I just wish I could get the taste of brains out of my mouth.
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Wait! Wait! I know! For the first time in 5 years my blog actually made you laugh today and the entire world is now a bright, sunny day fit for nothing less than complete world peace and total happiness forever!
How could it have been anything else?
fuck yeah! happy girl wiggle for something delightful coming along!
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, lifting fog!!
Um… yeah… so where do I get a video of this “happy girl wiggle”?
I too, am doing the happy girl wiggle for you! What’s going on?
Also, Becky – I want a video of you doing the happy girl wiggle too, k?
i keep trying to type a reply that isn’t dirty, but my mind is in the gutter today.
I hope you got laid. That always makes the zombie feeling depart.
Well, except if you pay for it… 🙂
And now I have the Duran Duran song stuck in my head. Thank you.
Jared totally deserves it, though. And think of how happy the world would be!
Blow job?! 🙂
Looks like you lobotomized Subway Sandwich Whore Jared instead of me. I am totally doing a happy dance right now!
Oh, and really glad your zombie like fog is lifting. Those days suck.
You got an apologetic letter from the SOB who hit you, along with a check representing his insurance coverage’s policy limits?