I have a fear, a kind of fear that stops me from breathing correctly. Someday this planet might change for the worse. I don’t know how or why; it could be an atomic bomb, or we could all perish from Costco cookies. I don’t know. I just want to be more prepared for anything, for something. I want to buy a house far away from big cities, stock up on groceries, and live off the grid like a Jedi.

I am afraid of changing my life.

If a zombie attack happens, I’m quite ready for it. I can kill them in a thousand (or more) different ways. That doesn’t mean I have no fear of zombies, but I’ve watched a lot of research about how to kill them.

I am afraid of changing my life way.