HELLO MORNING - CHAPTER ONE

BUILDING GOOD HABITS IN THE WASTELAND

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I USED TO have neighbours. This is not about them borrowing stuff or being loud; I’m just stating a fact.

Families. People going to work. Barking dogs. You know, life.

There used to be a time when you could take pleasure in reading on your phone while on the toilet. One of life’s little stolen moments of peace. Now there is no kind of peace.

A little sleep. Lots of cardio. Not much to read these days.

Life is a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

Back in the day, I had a bookshelf by my bed covered in great books. I’m not going to bore you with a list, but they were some great stories.

Today, though, I’m just happy to wake up indoors. You sleep when you can, where you can.

Some fat old men with boobs had some argument and then committed the most horrid crime of trying to destroy each other, and now we are all suffering for the bruised egos of the most selfish bastards who ever lived.

We should have marched down there when all this crap started and pulled those snowflakes out of power. They should have been removed by force and sent to jail for their crimes against the world!

These fat old, irrelevant bastards have ruined our lives, promising how they were going to change the world for the better. HOW IS THIS BETTER?

WHAT I THINK ABOUT BEFORE I OPEN MY EYES

I loved my mornings. I would get up at about four in the morning. I eat some steelcut oats. Poop. Shower. Then I would dress in my comfy sweats and run to the park.

Along my journey, I would greet whatever neighbours were crazy enough to be up and out like me.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I would wear a high-visibility vest. An older lady who used to walk her dog at this time was hit by a van. I had to make sure I was seen in the dark.

Funny, now it’s the opposite. I hide from my neighbours. I hide from the animals. I hide from everyone and everything.

I heard some whispers about mutants, but I have never seen anything.

I had plans to get into some investments, but then this all happened.

One morning I was making my way through the park, but something was off. I didn’t see anyone. There was this smell.

Disease. They released it into the public. People were dropping like flies. Not me; I didn’t even catch a cold.

This was about stealing freedom. It was about greed. Selfishness was at an all-time high.

Getting up early and jogging just felt like a chore at this point. No one waved back anymore. They looked at me like I had two heads. (I checked; I don’t have two heads).

They called me crazy. People were cursing at me right in front of their scared children. These animals were threatening me. I’m just minding my own business, trying to get some me time in.

Trying to stay positive was hard. I don’t give up so easy. I wouldn’t let them win. Not only that, but I just smiled bigger and waved with more vigour.

We were all still alive. What was the problem? Was I the problem?

When the bombs dropped, I lost my house. The army came and moved us all into camps.

Everything I knew was gone.

I didn’t let any of these setbacks stop me. I wasn’t some amateur. I wanted success. I wanted to be a pro! I remembered all of my training from the internet gurus, and I persevered!

I remembered developing habits. Every morning I was out there dressed in the simple clothes they gave us (well, because the other ones I had were rags at this point.)

If you want a good life, you have to do the work! I was not going to let the end of the world set me back.

Eventually, most of the people got sick or died. They got old. Not me though. Funny thing is I don’t have to wear the high-visible vest, I GLOW IN THE DARK!