Zombie

In today's society there's a bad case of zombie. Not the raised dead, and not a city of infected people with overlarge limbs or long tongues or severe obesity or ridiculous jumping abilities; nothing like that. It's a bad case of 'not thinking for yourself'. Maybe it's just me, but I find a lot of people suffer from a lack of any train of individual thought.

Example. Wait for the rant.

A man I shall not name, who's been one of my best friends for... whatever length of time. Many years. He is a zombie. He practically spends every moment of the day at school, outside of class, following me. Literally. I walk to my locker, I'm getting my food out, and then the moment I close the door, there he is, ready for a good fifteen minutes of following. Did he discover I have delicious brains and is waiting for a chance to gank me? Does he not have the balls to think for himself? I have no idea.

It's impossible to do anything I really want to do at school. When I want to go talk to someone privately, along he comes. In fact, the last time was just last week, and we went through everything short of telling him to fuck off, and it wasn't until we just stood there staring at him - while everyone else had figured it out and walked away already - that he realised we needed some privacy. Took his time.

It's difficult. It's like suffocation. He's like a prison on legs. It's not always bad though, considering we generally have similar friend groups, so it's not always as though you look at him and can't help but wonder what the fuck he's doing there. But there are times.

I don't mean to be a bitch, I don't mean to be mean. Or maybe I do. But it gets annoying. He even admits to following me all day for the past four years. He said that just today, like he was proud of it or something. Sadly I refuse to understand the tone he used.

Anyways, rant over. So, zombies.

Why do they feel the need to follow, and only follow? It's not like they don't have brains and conscious thought. It's not like they can't decide to do something for themselves once in a while. Is it a release, to just do what someone else is doing and not choose to do something yourself? Is it a release from the 'strains' of thinking?

Why?

Ah, shit. I had more to say and I just forgot it. Oh well, I'll leave it at that.

Do you have a zombie?