I feel like we are mass hypnotized to be stupids.

There are a million thoughts in my mind. I think I make at least an ounce of sense out of them. But I don’t. I won’t. Somehow, I fell in love with madness. Yeah, it’s bizarre. But what’s not? The whole human race is bizarre. The entire universe is bizarre. I think, comparatively, my bizarreness isn’t that bizarre. The problem is when you make sense of things, when you give the thoughts a shape, a name to call, you destroy it. You imprison it into a mould that the society designed. The love feels exotic until and unless you realize you are in love. In the beginning, when it is all clumsy and cloudy, a glance of her is enough to bring butterflies into your stomach. A short, accidental gaze of her on you is enough to make your heart pound as if you are falling from the top of the Everest. Once you realize it is love, once you get into relationship with her, it is not enough anymore. Nothing is enough anymore. You both fight, there are ten missed calls from her on your mobile. But it is not enough. You need the eleventh missed call. 99 sorries are not enough. You need the hundredth one. Before, she was perfect. Everything she does is fine. But now, you only see her flaws. So does she. There’s a mistake in everything she does.

Isn’t it bizarre, how people change just like that, for no reason at all. How friends backstab and still smile at your face. How guys who don’t deserve anything have everything and the ones who does end up with nothing. Isn’t it bizarre, that the one thing you put all your mind, body and soul, is simply taken by others who don’t even care its absence. It is bizarre. Everything is bizarre.

It’s bizarre and madness, how people waste all their lives either earning or spending just a bunch of paper notes stamped as currencies. I feel like we are mass hypnotized to be slaves, to be idiots, to be brainless stupids. To spend all our active lives in offices, inside suffocating cubicles, or in the big concrete caves called palaces. Isn’t it something wrong with us, to value a person by what he owns and what his certificates says. Isn’t it our primary responsibility to teach humanity before we teach the so called knowledge that makes us forget we are humans, the beings with feelings and emotions, and makes us into machines that spend all their lives back of things that we don’t want. 

I don’t want to make sense anymore, because having it is a crime in the society. We get addicted to porn and drugs and liquor. And that’s totally normal but we get embarrassed to show our feelings openly, or to kiss our loved ones in the public.

Seriously, the world got infested with the pest that’s eating us day by day. I don’t want to be eaten by it. I don’t want to make senseless sense that the society calls sane. I don’t want to be the part of the masses. I don’t want to fake smile to the selfies. I don’t want to check my mobile if the world likes my fake life I post on social media. I don’t want to get married to the one who loves me basing on what I earn and what I own rather than what I am. I don’t want to work my ass off all the day and miss the precious time with my kids only to raise them into some distorted, heartless beings because they didn’t know what real feelings are and what emotions are which is because their father spent all his life in the work and never cared if his children want to spend time with him.

I don’t want to live a lifeless life which we all are doing every goddamn day, again and again.

Here worthy things are worthless and the absolute worthless things are considered as precious.

Zombies are real. It’s us! I