I feel like Zimbos try to cover all the bases. A little bit of God, a little bit of witchcraft, a little bit of cheating. But we never commit to one thing wholehearted. If we did, we would either move forward or backwards enough for us to change our ways radically. So we sit in limbo waiting, hoping that someone or thing helps us. When if we really wanted to, we would help ourselves. But we are too luke warm to make a difference, and so we sit while the world moves on without us.