I hate endings.  Well, sometimes I hate endings, sometimes they are good.  Today, not so much though.

For the past I don’t know how long, I’ve been listening to a podcast on it’s regular schedule.  Usually a new episode every three weeks, a two week break, and then the next chapter over three weeks.  The podcast is titled, “We’re Alive: A Story of Survival”. 

The audio production of this continuing story has been fantastic.  The gang at Zombie Podcast really did a smashup job with the voice casting, the script was fantastic, the effects were clean.  Even if you aren’t a fan of zombie/survival horror genre stories, this one was worth listening to for it’s production value.

Which is why I am very bummed out right now.  They recently did their series finale, and I just got a chance to listen to it.  It was a good finish for the series, but it’s also depressing.  I’m not freakish to the point of obsession about the story, but on a regular basis, it’s been fun listening to the story (well, the history) of these fictional people; Michael, Saul, Pegs, Burt, Vic, and all the others. 

The writers and cast at ZP really did a fantastic job making the characters real and believable.  It’s sad that there  won’t be more opportunities to continue following their story.

It made me wonder a bit about the real endings in our lives.  Sure, podcasts, TV shows, book series, and movie trilogies tend to end on us, and we can be bummed about them when then end.  We crave more of the lives that are presented to us.  But do we end to feel the same way when our relationships and friendships end? 

Ever lost touch and communication with someone that was a best friend?  How about that family member that did something to hurt you, and you haven’t spoken to them in a dog’s age?  What about the co-worker you think got promoted over you, and now you don’t speak to them at all?

These are real relationship (to one degree of interaction or another), but do we so easily let these relationships end?  Do we feel the same level of hurt and disappointment when they stop and come to their finale?  Aren’t true human interactions more important than the imaginary relations we create with fictional characters?

Just a thought for you to ponder.