While watching TWD I realized something... The Zombies are a metaphor for our daily lives. Here is a synopsis of the Zombies:
Any time you're doing something different the Zombies attack. Let's say you're trying to save money, the Zombies attack by saying you can't take it with you or wanting a handout. If you're trying to better yourself, they attack by telling you that you aren't schit and your idea will never work. Let's say that you want to talk to that girl that everyone in your group think is so awesome, but they convince you that you can't get her.
Zombies can be spouses.
Welcome to your personal "Walking Dead" episode! Except the zombies here don't crave brains; they're your family, your frenemies, and the envious ones trying to suck the life out of your dreams. Talk about an episode twist!
Imagine, you're determined to be the next Bill Gates, sitting on a pile of cash. You're furiously devouring books about riches, saving money, and staying disciplined. But boom! Enter the zombies. They're clawing at your well-earned cash, trying to drag you down to their level of mindlessness. Remember that scene from "World War Z" when the zombies pile up to breach the wall? Just like that!
Now, picture this: You've got a million-dollar idea that gets your heart racing. You've planted this entrepreneurial seed in your mind, and it's sprouting. But wait! Here come the zombies again, groaning that your idea is unoriginal, or worse, that YOU can't do it. If you let them, these zombies might just nip your dream in the bud. I bet you didn't think your life was this much like a George Romero movie, did you?
Step into the romantic battleground. Whether you're the unlikely heartthrob or the suave charmer, the girl of your dreams has fallen for you. But love is never without its zombies. If you're the underdog, male zombies will think they have a shot at your girl, while the female zombies suddenly see you as more desirable. If you're the charmer, the female zombies remain a threat, but male zombies target your girl, hoping to draw you out. Sounds like an episode of "The Bachelor: Zombie Edition", doesn't it?
So, you've made it! You're rich, successful, and have built a fortress around yourself. But just one tiny stumble, and the zombies are on you like a pack on fresh meat. Our poor friend Steve Harvey can vouch for this; he was living large until one mistake set the zombies swarming. Talk about a drama-filled reality show, right?
The zombie life may seem easy: no ambition, no effort, just mindless existence. It's like choosing to watch reruns instead of trying a new series. But wouldn't you rather script your own show? Leave the dull, monotonous drone behind, and let's hear your battle cry against the walking dead!
Ever wake up, feeling like a truck ran over you, and thought, "Oh boy, the gym can wait! I need some beauty sleep!"? We've all been there. Classic excuse territory. But hey, as that cheeky proverb goes, "Excuses are tools of incompetence".
Justifying isn’t merely making up an internal alibi; it’s pinning the blame on an external entity. Missed gym? Blame it on the irresistible comfort of your cozy bed. The sneaky game of justifying is probably why your goals feel like that last piece of cake—always just out of reach!
Picture this: You're tantalizingly close to losing those last five pounds. But then, the aroma of your Auntie’s famous Mac n' Cheese wafts through the air. You think, “Just one plate, I’ll burn it off in the gym tomorrow.” Except, tomorrow you bring home a plate full and decide you’ll make up for it the day after. You see where I’m going with this?
Before you know it, you’re on a guilt-fueled, carb-loaded rollercoaster, pointing fingers at everyone but yourself. Blame Auntie’s Mac for being too tasty. Blame the gym for its too forgiving 'Open 24/7' sign. You then stand on the scale, hoping for mercy, only to find an extra eight pounds! Ouch!
Justifying morphs into an elaborate scheme to dodge accountability. For instance, ever found yourself in the arms of someone who isn't your significant other? You might try to blame it on the irresistible charms of that co-worker or perhaps the smooth allure of tequila shots.
What about the person you’ve never met but don’t like? You’d probably justify your disdain by criticizing their dress sense or demeanor. Justifying is a peculiar beast. It's about pleasing others, but it also nudges you to twist situations in your favor.
Remember, though, you're allowed to say NO! No justification, no excuse needed. Most folks will let it slide. But let’s not fall into the trap of the proverbial incompetence tools, shall we?
“I appreciate everyone, everything, and every event, whether seen or unseen, that led to me being me at every stage of me." - Swagger Coxch