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Crying about zombies


Yeah, so, two months ago I pushed the Spawn out of my uterus. So I’m wondering, how long can I blame things on hormones? Do I have to stop now? Can I use that excuse for another week? Another month? A year?

I only ask because — oh wait — SPOILER ALERT! I’m going to write about “The Walking Dead.” If you haven’t watched Sunday’s episode then you should skip this blog post and come back later. I don’t want you typing in all caps in the comment section about how I ruined the show for you.

The Spawn fell asleep early this afternoon, so I found myself with a free hour to watch the mid-season finale of “The Walking Dead.” Like everyone, I found this season to be a little disappointing. A lot of talk about feelings and God and shit like that, and not enough zombie action. It’s a show about zombies, and sometimes there would be entire episodes without a zombie. What. The. Fuck.

So, yeah, the little girl that they had spent seven episodes searching for turns out to be a zombie. Of course, this was not surprising to me. I knew she was a zombie the second she went missing because, well, I’m not a completely dummy – or, maybe I just watch a lot of TV. Either way, I knew she was a zombie. And when it was revealed that there were zombies in the barn on the farm, I knew she was in there. But, when she came zombie walking out of the barn … at first you just see her little zombie feet. I totally started crying. I thought it was so sad. I started thinking about how scared that little girl must have been running from the zombies. Then she got bit and she knew she was going to turn into one. And the mom sees her little girl is a zombie … Excuse me, I have something in my eye. [sobs]

I know, right? Can I blame that on hormones? I’m embarrassed that “The Walking Dead” made me cry.

Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, go to baseball games, kick breast cancer's ass, explore with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

8 thoughts on “Crying about zombies

  1. It’s a mom thing. You’ll be surprised at how much stuff that never affected you before now makes you get something in your eye. 😉
    I always thought I was pretty tough…Up didn’t make me cry, Marley and Me didn’t make me cry, Passion of the Christ didn’t make me cry…I’ve been called a heartless bitch, or cold-hearted bitch, depending on who you ask…but show me a little kid scared, lost or hurt and pass me the tissues. I love my damn kids! I wouldn’t want them in that situation, ya know?!

  2. I cried too, man. And I did NOT see that coming. I had faith in the fakeness of television that they’d find her and she’d be okay. It was heartbreaking. And I kind of have a crush on Darryl now.
    (PS the husband and I had a serious conversation about Shane coming unhinged at my prenatal appt yesterday. Everyone in the waiting room probably thought we were the worst parents ever.)

    • Darryl is the best character on that show. To put it in “Lost” terms, he’s like the “Sawyer” of “The Walking Dead.”

      You are the second person to tell me that they didn’t see the zombie girl coming. I will take this as a sign that I probably watch too much TV … or my mind easily goes to a fucked up place.

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