There’s not time for zombies
There’s not time to do things right and fix all of the injustices that are coming my way every day, every minute and I am alarmed at the vividness of this dream. I don’t have a problem waking up to some completely different reality than the one I seem to have been living for a really long time, but someone could have warned me that things were in such an awful state of affairs.
Can you imagine waking up in your cozy little bed and finding that everything was not only different but actually indicative of the worst case scenario? On top of that it’s your responsibility to put things right as well as make it work better. Go that? You have to make it better. Not only is everything different but you are responsible for fixing a really broken thing and making it better. Now get to work.
And I want to wonder where those people are that are responsible! I want that for myself, I want to hold them to wall and ask for an explanation; I deserve that! I want to find out how it all went wrong and why nobody did anything to stop it all from happening. I deserve that. We deserve that!
And why did it all have to be so awful; why so bad? Couldn’t I wake up in one of these dreams to find that everything is okay and that everything is totally fine? Why not? I’ve had it with the worst case baloney. Give me the reality shift that leads to the land of cupcakes and flowers or clouds and smiley faces, okay? You keep this one that I seem to keep rolling over to-
Look, I don’t mean to be ungrateful and I don’t want to seem like the selfish type but, I just don’t have the time, energy or taste to keep waking up to this place that I am born into each day. I never thought that getting my shit together and getting better would ultimately lead to this horror…