Odds are you’re like me. You have a boring job, and a wife or girlfriend. Maybe you have some kids, maybe you have a dog. You have a mortgage, or rent, or whatever. And your job isn‘t just boring, I mean it’s mind-numbing, where people walk around like zombies everyday. An actual zombie apocalypse would at least mean you could do something about it. (The sound of a pump action shotgun being loaded clicks in the background)

Welcome to my life……

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Learning the Hard Way

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I was disappointed when the zombie uprising was summarily put down by superior weaponry and was also defeated because of the virus's inferior way of spreading.  You just can't spread a disease well by bite, but a shotgun stops a zombie, even if it doesn't get them in the head. 

Still, about two-thirds of the population went down in total.  That's a lot of people.  However, my biggest fear was that now our lives would go back to "normal".  I hated normal.  There was nothing good about normal.  If I had to go back to my accounting job in my cube with my six bosses and donkeys I work with, well, I may as well use a shotgun on myself.  As a sidenote, at least two of those bosses were killed, and a lot of my coworkers, but I was pretty sure my cube was still there, but I digress.

The interesting thing is the not so obvious change that is happening.  It's a change in thinking.  People genuinely care about their lives, and their free time and  their families and what they do.  Now that everyone has had to accept how fragile and brief life is, they're concerned about how they spend the majority of their time. 

It's incredible the direction that things are going.  I couldn't have asked for more.  I have but one regret:  Why did it take a viral outbreak forcing the population against itself and the genocide of two-thirds of the human race for us to figure it out?  I feel like we could have come to that conclusion and this may of thinking much more easily. 

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