Without wanting to sound like a sixties hippy who believes
in flower power and peace and love to mankind. Let me just come out and say
this, I’m going to be blunt, of course I am, aren’t I always.
We’re all zombies. Think about it, a zombie, by definition
is this;
zombie
[ ˈzämbē ]
Noun: zombie · plural noun: zombies
a corpse said to be revived by witchcraft, especially in
certain African and Caribbean religions.
synonyms: living dead · undead · walking dead · soulless
corpse
informal
a person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or
completely unresponsive to their surroundings.
a computer controlled by another person without the owner’s
knowledge and used for sending spam or other illegal or illicit activities.
a tall mixed drink consisting of several kinds of rum,
liqueur, and fruit juice.
Okay, so ignoring the last one, because there is no way I
can put a spin on any of us being a rum cocktail, no matter how much I want to
or how hard I try. That’s just not going to work. But, the rest works, and
hopefully you’ll see where I’m going with this without thinking I’m completely
crazy.
We’re slaves.
All of us.
Each and every one of us. We’re slaves to life, to work, to
money, to jobs, to family, and so on. A zombie is just a simplified version of
us. (Well of course they are, they’re the dead ones, right!) They’re slaves to
food, or more importantly to the act of feeding, since they don’t actually gain
(that I’m aware of, any doctors are free to be more accurate if they choose)
any nutritional value from eating human flesh, or brain. They’re like one of
the seven deadly sins personified.
Zombies are the gluttony of the deadly sins.
They live to feed. They don’t feed to live, unlike us. They
don’t need it, they want it. They crave it, and they don’t try to fight it,
even at the mercy of their own loved ones, they don’t fight it. It’s a primal
urge I guess, and one that they can’t ignore. Just like when you go out and buy
donuts from the store, or you buy takeout because you’re craving those greasy
noodles, or that cold beer that you’re drinking right now, the one you don’t
need, but you want it, and so…you have it. You don’t need those things, you
choose to have them. You choose to let that craving take hold of you and
control you.
You’re a zombie as much as a zombie is a zombie.
The definition of a human is this;
human
[ ˈ(h)yo͞omÉ™n ]
ADJECTIVE
adjective: human
of, relating to, or characteristic of people or human
beings:
of or characteristic of people as opposed to God or animals
or machines, especially in being susceptible to weaknesses:
“they are only human, and therefore mistakes do occur”
synonyms: mortal · flesh and blood · fallible · weak · frail
· imperfect ·
vulnerable · susceptible · erring · error-prone · physical ·
bodily · fleshly
More
of or characteristic of people’s better qualities, such as
kindness or sensitivity:
“the human side of politics is getting stronger”
synonyms: compassionate · humane · kind · considerate ·
understanding · sympathetic · tolerant · approachable ·
accessible
More
NOUN
noun: human · plural noun: humans
a human being, especially a person as distinguished from an
animal or (in science fiction) an alien.
synonyms: person · human being · personage · mortal ·
member of the human race · man · woman · individual · soul ·
living soul · being · Homo sapiens · earthling
More
Now go read the zombie definition again. Yeah, go on. I’ll
wait here why you do…
Did you see? The difference between them and us is that
we’re weak.
We make choices every day in life, on what we eat, and where
we go, what we’ll wear, and how kind or how much of an asshole we’re going to
be. I said earlier that zombies were the simplified version of humans. But now
that I think about it more, maybe we’re the simplified version of them.
Zombies are primal and basic. They eat. They walk. They
growl. They’re angry and violent. There’s no mistaking what you’re going to be
getting with a zombie.
But humans, we’re different altogether. You never know what
you’re going to get with us. We’re fickle, shallow, vain, obnoxious, weak, plus
a whole host of other things. We eat to feed our fragile bodies, to nurture
ourselves, but we also feed out of greed.
It sounds like maybe we’re the more primitive form, and not
them.
To me, it sounds like maybe we’re the zombies after all.
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