"Would you find living in a nuclear apocalypse exiciting?"

I'd be hard pressed to say no.

And this isn't because Mad Max has once again become a topical name for the household, though he had a hand in my growing up.

There's been something romantic about a nuclear ravaged world that's been in the back of society's minds for a while. Especially noted with the Chernobyl meltdown. People find the aspect about it fascinating, or at least those of us with something a little askew in the well balanced and normal part of the brain.

I think of movies like a "A Boy and His Dog" or the Mad Max franchise, even the Fallout video games and always think - man, wouldn't that be rad. When in all actuality, I know it most certainly would not be. There'd be radiation poisoning. Shortage of food and water. Constant fighting and struggle for survival. Literally, it would be the least fun of anything, ever.

But for some reason, that world is tucked in the back of my head like a dream that I'll wait for to come true. It doesn't make a god damn bit of sense, but I think that's usually the case with things that we really love. We just like them. No real reason.

If I had to break it down, though, and make the ending of that last little thought hypocritical, I'd probably say that it's less about the death of everything and more about starting over. Fresh. Being able to become something you're not. To me, that means I'd have the possibility to become someone better than the person I am now. In a world with societal standards have broken down and people eat people in the radioactive sand dunes of the world, I'd like to think that I'd be a good person - and in that world, it would mean that much more than it does now.

Then again, knowing me, I'd either be the first to die or quickly turn on anyone around me for a quick sip of cold aqua. It's just the idea of not knowing. Especially when you look at the movies and the stories and everything we've fictionalized into these worlds. There's always a clear cut good vs. evil. Something that my generation has sorely missed, purpose. And interesting mutated characters, among those are the ghouls and super mutants from Fallout, or any rad Mad Maxian villain. The worlds get diversity. They have a hero. They have nostalgic easter eggs. But I'm off topic, creaming my jeans thinking about how tragically beautiful the dystopian future could be. Plus, leather armor and a V8 Interceptor wouldn't hurt.

I really want to go more into this, but my brain is getting mushy with infatuant thoughts about the wastes. I'll have to revisit this train another time.