No Attachments
Rule #5: No Attachments
While this isn't an "official" rule from the Zombieland movie, it's a recurring theme that Columbus refers to. In the beginning of the movie when the mother is driving away from the kids' birthday party he refers to "no attachments". It's probably just a given in the unwritten rules of zombie apocalypse survival. But for my purposes, #5 has been written, with good cause.
And yes, I skipped #3 and #4. I'll go back to them.
Columbus knows better than anyone that when you get attached to someone, you'll probably just get hurt in the end. It makes me wonder if the old adage is true: It's better to have loved and lost than not loved at all. That might be true, unless the pain that is caused reaches the zombie apocalypse level. You know the kind...the hurt that is only matched by watching your mother/brother/girlfriend get bit by a zombie, lose a finger/eye/leg or two, and then turn on you like you're a bacon butty. We've all had that kind of loss. The kind of break-up, betrayal, or just flat out wrong-doing that breaks our heart and leaves us wondering "What else is there in this godforsaken hell of a world for me?" The level of emotional pain that makes us regret ever falling in love in the first place.
I've been there, countless times. That's because I have always been an eternal romantic. No matter what experience has taught me, I always feel like experience is wrong. This time things will be different.
Every time so far, I've either been chased from the mall by my newly undead love or I have had be the one to pull the trigger on the brains of romance before it turned on me again.
And yet, here I am one more time. I'm letting the girl from apartment 406 into my life again, hoping for the chance to brush her hair behind her ear. I'm ignoring the scratches, bites, and high fever she brings along and I am bolting the door behind her. Why would I do this?
Because this time, things will be different.
While this isn't an "official" rule from the Zombieland movie, it's a recurring theme that Columbus refers to. In the beginning of the movie when the mother is driving away from the kids' birthday party he refers to "no attachments". It's probably just a given in the unwritten rules of zombie apocalypse survival. But for my purposes, #5 has been written, with good cause.
And yes, I skipped #3 and #4. I'll go back to them.
Columbus knows better than anyone that when you get attached to someone, you'll probably just get hurt in the end. It makes me wonder if the old adage is true: It's better to have loved and lost than not loved at all. That might be true, unless the pain that is caused reaches the zombie apocalypse level. You know the kind...the hurt that is only matched by watching your mother/brother/girlfriend get bit by a zombie, lose a finger/eye/leg or two, and then turn on you like you're a bacon butty. We've all had that kind of loss. The kind of break-up, betrayal, or just flat out wrong-doing that breaks our heart and leaves us wondering "What else is there in this godforsaken hell of a world for me?" The level of emotional pain that makes us regret ever falling in love in the first place.
I've been there, countless times. That's because I have always been an eternal romantic. No matter what experience has taught me, I always feel like experience is wrong. This time things will be different.
Every time so far, I've either been chased from the mall by my newly undead love or I have had be the one to pull the trigger on the brains of romance before it turned on me again.
And yet, here I am one more time. I'm letting the girl from apartment 406 into my life again, hoping for the chance to brush her hair behind her ear. I'm ignoring the scratches, bites, and high fever she brings along and I am bolting the door behind her. Why would I do this?
Because this time, things will be different.
Labels: attachments, bacon butty, dumb-ass, girl from apartment 406, love, romatic
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