Today is 9/11/10. While everyone is remembering where they were on this date 9 years ago, I’m thinking of my own life and the long-lasting effects terrorism has had on my everyday existence.
I’d started my senior year of college and was crushing on Daniel. It was pretty obvious that the feelings were mutual, but he was chicken and was playing it cool just being flirty with me. We attended a Christian university, and acts of terror upon the country were seen (by many in the Christian community not necessarily those at my specific university) not only as an offensive against our American free life but also as a flagrant violation of our spiritual heritage and a clear sign of the imminent apocalypse. Crippled Armed with fear hope, Daniel decided it was high time to admit his feelings of admiration to me. So, on September 12, 2001 he bought me tea at Books-A-Million and spilled his guts.
I can’t help but think of that scene toward the end of Shaun of the Dead. Shaun and his recently ex girlfriend Liz are the last to survive the zombie takeover. They’ve got two shells left for the shotgun and are trying to decide exactly how to end it. Shaun says, “I don’t think I’ve got it in me to shoot my flatmate, my mum and my girlfriend all in the same evening.” And Liz says, “What makes you think I’ve taken you back?” To which Shaun replies, “Well . . . you don’t want to die single, do you?”
Uh, yeah, something like that.
Man, did I just raise a toast to terrorism while comparing Daniel’s telling me he liked me to being under threat of zombie attack? That was not where this post was supposed to go. (But I do have a huge crush on Simon Pegg.)