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Terminated from Job

Y'know, maybe I should start to practice my social skills with zombies! I may get somewhere that way!
"'ere mate, ya wan' some brains?"
"Uuurrggh!"
"Y'do? Well chomp on some of this while we chat awhile!"
"Uuurrggh..mumble chew slobber gulp..."
"Really? Yeah, I find that too, they slip down so nicely dontcha think? It's it nice to find something in common eh? You think it's gunna rain later ..."

[Rain reference: C'mon, I'm English, we don' know how to talk about anything else!]
 
People think that The Walking Dead is a hellish horror story, but to me it's a fairy tale. You know why? Because those people live and die for each other. That's fiction. Your real friend would sell you for a sandwich, and then throw in his mother for some ketchup.

In times of war you fight for your tribe. In times of peace you fight each other.

In this respect I consider "The Walking Dead" just another case of art imitating life.
 
Oh yes, allegory for sure. And I do love a good metaphor, better than crisps!
But I also value viscerality (that's not even a word FFS!) in my occasional viewing.

I have none of that internally, and can't generate it for love or money, either from reading or hearing the words of others, or my own memories or imaginings, so I crave that immediacy and gruesome intimacy of the most bloody and disgusting violence - as long as it's top quality though! As a kid I used to love reading my Dad's medical textbooks for the gory stuff.

No PTSD for me! Ha! I've found my 'autistic super power' at last! Huzzah! (well that was a let down, super good at maths would be much more useful <sigh!> I always get the most rubbish prize in the lucky dip barrel!)
 

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