So I’m standing over at the credit union right next to some display or sign and an employee comes up to change the sign.  She jokingly says, “I hope you don’t mind me in your space.”  I respond, “That’s cool, but I’m contagious.”  Without missing a beat she says, “Me too, we’ve probably already infected everyone around here.”  We both start laughing, we chat a little more, and then I leave feeling a little bit more amused and happy than I had 10 minutes earlier.  At this point I realized that when I grow up I want to be a virus.

That’s right a virus.  I want to be a big incurable virus.

I want to be a plague, a global pandemic, dispersing through planes and hotel rooms.  I want to spread through spores in the air, drinking water, and contact with people.  I want to be so strong Clorox cleaning wipes and medicine can’t phase me.  I want to hit people hard like rock and roll music and hugs from their grandma.  Once I infect someone I want them to be so excited that they don’t sleep for 3 days and so relaxed that they feel like they are meditating when they are exercising.  I want to impact their nervous system, helping them smile more.  I want to mess with their ocular nerves and brain, making them shift the way they view things.  Beyond cellular, I want to impact them on a molecular level.

The world needs some more love, so now seems like now is a perfect time to be contagious…

P.S One of my favorite scenes from I Am Legend with Will Smith.  It’s a little heavy, but very true.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK-4SgpAJRs

Have a jolly good day,

Andrew Embry