No-one survives on their own – A lesson I learned from The Walking Dead

Let’s start with the obvious: The Walking Dead is f 🙂 cking awesome.

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Oops, an f-bomb, and this on a child friendly blog, what kind of parent am I?  A great one, if you ask the right people, but also a parent who understands that in specific descriptive situations, no word in the English language works better.  Mainly because words like prodigious is not only pretentious but I don’t know what it means.  There might be some great arguments for using the words brilliant or awe-inspiring; but thanks, I’ll stick with my chosen expression of profanity in the context of my statement.

Season 3 was the stuff of nightmares, not only for all the blood, guts, anxiety, severed body parts, squishy sound editing, trauma, relief and awesome make-up, but for introducing a villain that makes the zombies look like the good guys.  Aka the new face of the boogeyman, the one-eyed lunatic, The Governor.  And believe me, Arnold has nothing on this guy, not even if you consider his shenanigans with the help.  This guy brings a total different definition to the concepts of fatherly love and mental instability.

The other lesson we learned in that final moments of the finale, was the reality that people need each other.  Rick made an observation that: “We cannot do it on our own, we will only survive if we work together.” To which Daryl replied matter-of-factly: “It’s always been that way, even before all this shit, it’s always been true.”

Eureka!  Give that man a bells.  He has wisdom and can shoot an arrow, even after he *spoiler alert* shoved one into his brother’s eye socket.

So because we learned it from TV, it has to be true, right?  No stupid, it’s been a known fact for millenia.  Humans cannot survive on their own.  We need each other.  We are genetically programmed by our Creator to convert in herds.  To run in packs.  How else do you think the first family got around to enjoy some juicy Mammoth steaks in year one of human evolution?

As I was sitting at a pool bar, in the semi-hot moonlight of the Dubai dessert, minding my own business, tweeting, and thinking about my next post, (and yes there was wine and shisha), it became apparent how much humans like other humans.  A woman  to my right was shrieking like a cat in a tumble dryer when she was surprised by a friend, whom she obviously  haven’t seen for a while.  From her reaction it seemed her friend was raised from the dead.  (Sorry for another zombie reference.)

Finally relieved when they left, I scanned the area and all around me people were having fun in the company of other people.  The laughing, talking, drinking, laughing, rubbing, (yes there were some rubbing), were all happening where people were in groups.  Even if said group is two.  The interaction created a buzz that drenched the crappy music echoing over the speakers of the pink bar.  People have the ability to make other people light up.

By comparison there was the elect few who was sitting by themselves,  Looking solemn, sad and pathetic.  I’m kidding.  But imagine for a moment a single guy or gal laughing hysterically at the night sky.  Nuff said.  So most of the single people around the bar area had serious faces, probably thinking about life, work, family, relatives or when that prostitute across the bar will make her move on the desperate guy on her right.

I sat in silence and sipped my beer, grateful to know this was only a temporary loneliness, actually relishing in the quiet moments after almost winning the rat race twice that day.  I understand that I am blessed for having someone across the waters waiting on me in anticipation.  Someone who’s is literally counting down the hours of my return, who flipped the hour-glass as soon as I left the building.  Tomorrow night our little herd will be grazing again, together.

And then my thoughts starting drifting on the wafts of the shisha-smoke to some of the real lonely people in the world.  Those who never gets the surprise visit, the unexpected smile, the wondrous warm embrace, the invitation for social interaction.  Not even a phone call or an e-mail.  Like infected souls, isolated from human contact. People in old age homes, orphans, the homeless and destitute.  Name them, so many wandering this earth alone. Never having the pleasure of their own faces lighting up.

And they shouldn’t be alone.  None of us has too.  No-one is suppose to be alone.

For being alone for too long might result in you forming an endearing friendship with a painted face on a basketball.

“Hi Wilson!”


9 thoughts on “No-one survives on their own – A lesson I learned from The Walking Dead

    • I had seven of those nights and spend the last five twiddling my thumbs wondering what single men do to pass the time. One can only drink so much you know. Super excited to see them critters of mine tonight, oh yes and the wife too.


  1. Thank you for spreading the greatness that is ‘The Walking Dead’ like euh…zombie outbreak if you will…and to so accurately point out its relevances. I’ll use that argument next time someone asks me why he/she should watch TWD.
    I also agree with Kimberly; Wilson is one of the best movie characters ever!


  2. I am a bit confused if your appreciation of the walking dead is real or sarcastic (like Sheldon of The Big Bang Theory, I have trouble processing sarcasm, and I call myself a mother, gasp!).
    As for company Vs. loneliness, one brings out the importance of the other no?


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