Procrastination Leads to Zombies

Awhile ago, as usual, I was doing everything in my power to procrastinate something that I know would be easier to do if I just got it over with, and I found myself on one of my good friends blogs.  (Find the link in the comments below.)  It's been awhile since she actually posted anything, so I was just skimming some of the other posts that she had previously posted.  The post was actually a really funny comprehensive list of all her fears both rational and irrational.  Once I started thinking about it, I decided to something similar but with one of the few irrational fears I have.

Everyone who really takes the time to get to know me will learn sooner or later that I have one dominating fear that is both rational and irrational.  To most, it seems like I'm just crazy.  But they are real.  I Googled it.

But wait.  I'm getting a little ahead of myself.  I guess I should first telly you what I am deathly, horribly, awfully afraid of.

One word.

Zombies.

I know.  I know.  Laugh it up, but the truth is, I'm terrified of them.  No, I don't watch horror movies, and no I didn't have a bad experience once upon a Halloween.  I'm just terrified of them.  Mainly it comes from a dream I had once where a good friend of mine ate my arm.

Now lets get back to the part that most of you are probably having questions about, and I have yet to prove to any of my friends.

Zombies are real.

Now they don't look or necessarily "think" in the same way that the brain eating undead psycho's of Hollywood look/think/act.  But there are zombies out there.  They are real.  Even if I'm not terrified of the real ones, the fake ones make my fight or flight kick into full gear and sends adrenaline (which is utterly unhelpful as I don't fight or flight but I do freeze), coursing through my veins.

Man Zombies give me the heebie-jeebies.  Don't they give you the heebie-jeebies?