What Happened To Me When the Zombies Arrived

Most of my life, possessions, existence, and values was related to words, poems, thoughts, songs, history, science or ideas. Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, ect.

Then came XYZ Zombies with Blank Minds that could only respond to cartoons, fireworks, jingles smartphones and apps. Dumb, dumber, and the world of Duh arrived. My life and everything I valued and possessed went out the window.

This change was more than I could ever have imagined or prepared for, or been ready to deal with. So my life lost its balance. Who could know that words, thought and ideas would become meaningless. Who could imagine that history and science would have no significance? Somebody probably could, but I didn’t.

My library became devoid of value. It became boxes of meaningless stuff. People had no idea how to hold, open or read a book. The assessment of my most cherished things may have been done just as well by chimpanzees. My stuff did not turn into apps for Smartphones, or cartoon jingles, or anything that Zombies could relate to. If my stuff turned into bananas, maybe chimpanzees would like it, but that’s not what happened. My library became dead weight devoid of meaning, purpose or value. I as well. Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez all became yada yada yada may as well be static to Zombie Blank Minds.

The world fell into hands from some other planet. My fault was to not see the “aliens” coming.

This could never happen to you. Why? well, maybe it could. You cannot take a warning from this note. Why? well maybe you could.

The idea that so-called humans would suddenly go Blank Mind, was not in my range of imagination. 3 university degrees and a 160 IQ did not save me. I just did not imagine the jump to where we are now. I accept my failing. And the irony is that I was a prophet, a Futurist and a Seer my whole professional life. Irony has no limits. Things can go infinitely ironic on ya. It’s not funny haha. But it is “funny” (unexpected) twist of fate strange.

Zombies do not seek to have anything in their minds. So my ability to teach became devoid of value. Zombies do not want words, ideas, thoughts, science, poetry or history They want apps, fireworks cartoons and jingles.

My goal in life now is to not be a grumpy old man. I want to stay cheery. Be positive. Find meaning. Have purpose. Accept reality as it has arrived. And be a good sport about it. I’m not the polo player anymore. I am the polo ball. So I go where the world strikes me, with no resentment or grumpy grumps, except maybe this one.