At times I wonder whether we concoct the idea of vampires, zombies, and ghouls just to comfort ourselves that there's something worse out there.
But what can be worse than the daily horrors that we face. This life we lead is the real non-fiction horror that just won't become a bestseller.
We live for just 60 years (70 or 80 if you're rich,
I guess) on this mud pit; we're force-fed an insipid diet of dead and useless information; awarded some man-made trophy for 'achieving excellence' and a pat on the back (if we adhere
to laws created by the 1%); burdened with student debt (try paying that off!
) that's forced on us for swallowing information that won't help us; get paid minimum wage for a job flipping burgers; become alcoholics and junk food pigs all in the hope of coping with
a life that's not of our choosing; suffer debilitating disease (take your pick; I'll choose cancer and obesity, sir!); and die a sad and pathetic death.
Actually that doesn't sound too bad, does it? Kids in Africa die thin (Laugh!). Sorry, bad joke. But I'm not done.
I walk into work with a smile on my face; I greet my customers well; I flip burgers, and I've got to deal with the lecherous boss man who squeezes my rump when he feels like it.
Add the fact that I was royally raped anally (no less) by the next door neighbor when eight; the irony being he was my Dad's best friend.
My Mum stuffed me with an unhealthy dose of Old Testament preaching in addition to algebra and chemistry, which I duly flunked.
Let's not get into the beatings substantiated by biblical preaching (thanks again, Mum!). I'm married now. I smile when the occasion calls for it.
But just like you I'm tortured inside; I've got baggage and Mummy and Daddy issues. I know you smile too when I see you at the grocery store, cinema, church, gas station, and diner.
I know; I know your pain.
I know you and I are hiding behind a smile just to show the world that we're alright, and that's the most horrifying thing of all.