OK so last time we tapped Orwell, and now we must float the class 4 cortisol river into the simean brain-stem, to discover how we become & and how to kill a Zombie. Let's say that you don't have a pet unicorn, and rainbows never appear to land at your threshold. That means you are normal (more or less), and you have no natural immunity to becoming a Zombie. Let's assume you check Fakebook regularly, and something someone says on that blog from hell, really gets your goat. You ride it out, or you react, but normally it just passes. Soon others choose sides, and you are faced with a choice; Turn off, and tune out the background noise, or jump in the pool with the rest. It was a shitty day at work, or wherever, so you choose the red pill, pop it like candy, and jump into the argument.
"...I understand too little too late, I realize there are things you say and do that you can never take back..."**
Shall we begin with a more clinical view?
Experts say that about 10 percent of women and 4 percent of men will develop PTSD. They said this for decades, but since the Plague came to call, we should expect to see a moderate spike in this affliction.
The Amygdala is a small almond-shaped structure located deep within the temporal lobe; It is designed to:
So back to jumping on the bandwagon -- We have found that the new bully-pulpit of anti-social media spares us from boredom, but the rub hits when we use our super-powers for evil. Temptation to tread into uncharted waters, leaves us at best awash in a torrent of new emotions, and at worst holding a pitch-fork, when we really need a paddle. The other chemical present in turmoil is our old friend adrenaline. This quick-setting glue can patch a hole, or sink us quickly depending upon how it's applied. Zombies have this in spades, but remember, "Guns don't kill people -- Zombies jacked on Cortisol, Adrenaline, and bad agendas kill people". 'FIGHT or FLIGHT' is the first "Bullet-point", and that's the one which will do you in. It's when "FIGHT" is chosen, that those ill-equipped for fighting, come out swinging, ...but they are not landing any punches, are they?
As they flail, with their arms out-stretched, they are learning some new dance-steps called "The Zombie". And so it was in reaction to rational "stay at home" directives that the Zombies gathered to mindlessly storm capitols to thwart the order.
As part of the body’s fight-or-flight response, cortisol & adrenaline are released during stressful times to give your body the energy-boost required to react. This boost can fuel your muscles to respond to a threatening situation. But when cortisol levels are constantly high, due to chronic stress, some collateral issues become: insulin resistance and type 2 diabetes.
(By the way these make it more likely that the Zombie Virus kills you).
So there we have it, the makings for a rowdy (unhealthy) bunch who want to get back to their so-called normal lives; So they gather in groups with torches and pitch-forks, mashing teeth, popping pills, and passing tiny globules of spittle through the air. Soon their groans infect everyone within ear-shot.
The good news is that Zombies are easy to spot:
1. Because they look stupid.
2. Because they wear a uniform underscoring their solidarity with a "red-pill addiction".
3. Did I mention they look stupid?
(For help spotting a Zombie near you reference above image Courtesy of the Columbus Dispatch)
Zombies are not fictional film fodder, they are (were) the person you tried to "set straight" on social media last month. You know the ones who keep sending you incendiary material? The thing with fires though, is that they always go out when the fuel is spent. If you don't stoke it, it smolders. But, tip a little petrol can, and well, ...You get what you give. Maybe don't fan the flames. Stay home, pop a blue chill pill, sit on your hands, and watch "Zombieland Double Tap".
And that's how you kill a Zombie.
"...But what would you be if you didn't even try?, You have to try. So after a lot of thought, I'd like to reconsider, Please if it's not too late, Make it a Cheeseburger."
-Lyle Lovett Lyrics from "Here I Am" 1989.**
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