There are advantages to being a zombie. No job, no bills, or long lines at Starbucks. I bet being a zombie is goddamn carefree.
Then I backed up and really thought about it. Would I give up my cubicle and all my bills to experience the existence of a zombie, unencumbered by elections, doctor visits, and anti-aging products? Wouldn’t I be trading one set of worries in for another?
In reality, zombies are walking bundles of raw nerves and I don’t mean that just literally. How could they not be?
Here are the top anxiety triggers for zombies. How do I know this? Science. Duh.
Diet – Menu choices are limited to raw brains, flesh, or intestines. No matter how much zombies feasts, they’re always hungry for more. Kind of like Chinese take out. There are no McBrain’s or Brainpotle’s for a quick, easy brain fix. Zombie kids are gonna whine about not getting happy meals with their brains.
Vegan zombies are fucked. They fool themselves with cauliflower for a while, but sooner or later, they’re going to eat brains.
Foodie zombies are both hungry and frustrated. There are only so many ways to artfully prepare raw human brains. What if you develop a taste of a specific type of brain? You work your way through the delicious Schmidt family and then have to settle for the less-than-desirable McNulty’s. Not to mention, the Food Network under represents foodie zombies.
Health issues – You don’t know anxiety until a body part drops off. Ooops, there goes an opposable thumb. No badminton for you, zombie boy. Male zombies are especially prone to the “losing body parts” anxiety. Get a hold of some bad brains and zombie indigestion is not pleasant. Plus, there’s always the risk of eating a human’s mental health disorder and taking on a human’s emotional baggage when you’re already the undead.
Peer pressure – Zombies are expected to be part of the herd. They lurch the same. They moan the same. They move in the same general direction. There is no room for individuality. Pity the zombie who wants to break free and just take a stroll through the wild flowers.
Clothing – What about those who get zombified as they stepped out of the shower? They have to spend their undead time wandering around with a towel on their head while wearing a nasty bathrobe. The envy they feel toward the zombies who turned while dressed in their snappiest clothes makes the whole zombie experience an unhappy one. Also, what happens when they get bit in the middle of the night wearing funky, holy underwear? They will be lurching around with stains and their nutsacks hanging out. The other zombies will point and laugh. Well, until they lose their digits. Odds are though, the nutsack goes first
Hygiene – House flies annoy the living. Houseflies for the undead are unbearable. Think, for a moment, about unborn flies crawling all over your body. Stressful, right? No amount of cheap body spray hides the stench of decay. Oral hygiene? Forget about it. Flossing never reaches the intestinal chunks stuck in their molars.
PTSD – The living shoot at them every day. People try to shove knives in their brains. There’s swordplay and they don’t get a sword. Wild animals and dogs see them as easy dinner. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a zombie to get a Xanax prescription? They always eat the doctor before he can get the ‘script’ written.
Trauma – I mean, they did watch their family turn into zombies. If truth be told, they probably had a hand in their transformation. Meanies.
Women Zombies – Imagine turning zombie while going through menopause. That will make the baddest, most pissed off zombie of all the zombies. Her hair’s a matted mess and just forget rosy cheeks. The only reason she gets wolf whistled is because her intestines are hanging out and there’s a wolf close by.
Sleep anxiety – Zombies don’t sleep. Sometimes, they just want to take a nap and Motel 6 won’t leave the light on. They are like a shark, always moving, and people like them less than sharks. Unless they are zombie sharks. Nobody loves a zombie shark.
Death – Who doesn’t fear death? Humans fear death while a zombie hopes for death. When is their hero, the bad ass with a crossbow, going to come along and remove their head from their shoulders?
Phobias – Imagine how a zombie with kinemortophobia, the fear of zombies, might feel. One minute, they are stumbling through a park. The next, they glance at their reflection in a pond and scare the shit out of themselves. There’s also the anxiety of misophonia, the “hatred of sound”. With all the moaning, screaming, and sloppy eating, how could they not be anxious?
There you go, just in time for Halloween. Got anxiety? Anxiety sucks major ass. But at least we don’t have to worry about zombie anxiety. Just offering up some seasonal perspective.