Mob Mentality
People are fucking animals. Biologically. Never forget that.
Civilized as many believe they are, the tenets of Maslow’s hierarchy run deep in the psyche. Challenge the basic needs for survival, and the degeneration into savagery is often rapid and blinding.
Now take those same savages-in-civilized-garb and put them in a herd, and another stymying transformation takes place. Individual mentality takes a hit as the false confidence of collective strength grants them stupid resolve proportionate to the size of the herd.
Herd mentality is the more neutral, unoffensive term, but I prefer to use the phrase mob mentality. The deliciously malicious images called forth when using the word ‘mob’ embody the loins of the truth. The dark and steamy recesses of the human consciousness that have manifested to wreak their unique brand of horror upon the species.
The zombie hordes don’t really have a choice. They are what they are. We have a choice. Whether we stand alone or run with the herd, there is always a choice. It’s a heart raping shame to see how many people choose the shittiest path possible. Then again, they’re just fucking animals after all. Right?
Right. I’ll take the hordes over the herds any day.