Wednesday, September 29, 2010
So I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own business, and I suddenly noticed that I was surrounded by zombies. Now, before you start thinking I should've run into the nearest sporting goods store and broken out the golf clubs, let me define what I mean by "zombies." These weren't brains-munching, rotting, living undead brought back by unnatural science. These were everyday men and women simply walking around, going about their normal lives.
So why are they zombies?
They do the same thing, day in and day out. Their schedule never changes. The most exciting things in their lives are special episodes of their favorite TV shows. Receiving a large tax refund in the mail is what gives them purpose. Wake up, eat, shit, work, sleep, wake up, eat, shit, work, sleep, wake up....
...and so on.
I wanted to run around, screaming at them and shaking them, yelling, "WAKE UP!! WAKE UP AND LIVE YOUR LIFE!!"
But I chose to be a zombie too, instead.
Until next time... THE BLIND PROPHET HAS SPOKEN!!