Everyone else calls them working adults.
And, I have met "adults" who all they do is that, work. They complain and it feels like their souls are being sucked out of them. It's like they aren't even alive anymore.
My worse fear in growing up is becoming a cooperate Zombie. For me it's like the American Dream is a lie to convince kids to go to school, put all this juicy knowledge in their brains. Once they are nice and ripe....BAM!....they get eaten alive by the hungry Zombies.
These people can longer think for themselves anymore. They try to feed of the brains of unsuspecting thinkers.
These Zombies are convinced that there is no room for play time anymore. All that matters is work and getting more brains for the apocalypse.
And, this of course starts early. And, we end up getting a Zombie attack right around college.
Like the adults I meet, it seems that certain students I have met are stuck with with two choices out of sleep, good grades, and play.Once they get out college, certain students are still so lost that they become easy targets for the Zombies to get them.
Some students, in fact, have given up and want to get bitten since they have no where is to go. They feel that playtime is only the living.
Not to mention, all the student debt we have to pay for the price these two choices.
College, for me, is a now a breeding for these monsters.
So right now, I'm trying to figure out a plan where I can manage my time and not get attacked by one these Zombies.
I want to be able to work and have fun. Furthermore, be a different form of monster that can bring life back in these creatures.
One my favorite people Maggie Mayhem has done just that. When I read that she is in Yale for speaking about Sex Workers. It gave me hope. That I can do what I do a career in what I want and share it with the world.
This too requires a lot of hard work and focus. But, at least I won't be a Zombie.
