Enlarge image
Just leave me here, I'm out of the number
Photo:
Malte Mueller / Getty Images / fStop
And now the leaves are falling, the days are dark, the nights anyway.
Forget the short summer with the "everything will be fine" moments.
It starts all over again.
Numbers that nobody understands, new excitement, passenger tickets, life dissolved.
The habits, contacts, the small plans and, yes yes, check your privilege.
It seems - if one believed the reports, the statements, the texts - that many do not mind that they lose their lives, that as petty bourgeoisie they feel their powerlessness even more clearly. It seems to fill you with gratitude if you can believe most of the comments and contributions, the known and unknown. All of whom behave correctly in times of crisis: solidarity, grateful, patient. Hardly anyone suffers. Public. And says: I can hardly anymore, and I am ashamed of it because we have learned that weakness is punished. That brings no added value.
And that is why hardly anyone says or writes, except for the carers, who have the right to do so: I can only hold myself up with great difficulty;
I try to function, but actually I don't enjoy anything anymore.
If I see or read another Corona post or hear any opinion, I start to bite my ankles.
I can no longer, and I know that is silly, because we are all supposed to defy the crisis in solidarity like a national body and go through the test together to face the next test.
I shut up, stay out of it
Because we have been trained from childhood to function and to design our résumés seamlessly, and now: If you really want to fall face first into the non-existent snow and lie there and say: Just leave me here, I'm out from the number.
advertisement
Sibylle Berg
GRM: Brainfuck.
novel
Publisher: KiWi-Taschenbuch
Number of pages: 640
Publisher: KiWi-Taschenbuch
Number of pages: 640
Buy for € 14.00
Price inquiry time
11/13/2021 3:58 p.m.
No guarantee
Order from Amazon
Order from Thalia
Order from Weltbild
Product reviews are purely editorial and independent.
Via the so-called affiliate links above, we usually receive a commission from the dealer when making a purchase.
More information here
I have no opinion, from where.
I do not understand anymore.
I keep my mouth shut, stay out of it, because a war of the perplexed is going on out there, which was fired by perplexed politicians and media workers.
Because authors, or shall we say: intellectuals, have just forgotten their task: to classify prudently, to develop a meta-level, to be objective and calm, satisfying.
Instead, they call for war against a section of the population who is endangering the health of the people.
It pisses me off that some of the people are called stupid.
At hardly any other time would it have been legitimate to stretch a thin construct from stupidity to evil, in such a contempt for human beings as the author does here without contradiction.
It is hard to bear that there are no more nuances.
That in the general hysteria, for fear of saying the wrong thing, we talk better even less to one another than before.
And that we do not console ourselves, but despise one another.
Kills me
Perhaps it would have helped to see more tiredness instead of pithy sayings and euphoric perseverance texts.
I see beaming millionaires on yachts, happy influencers on Instagram jetting around the world, I see summits and hotel deals.
But that doesn't coincide with my life, which consists of masks and caution, lost income and acquaintances who have lost their jobs or are currently reorienting themselves.
It doesn't match everything I feel, because what I feel is limitless fatigue.
But hardly anyone says that.
Because just as our time is not set up for losers, it is also not set up for uncertainties.
Everything is getting better and better.
Wealth for all and growth to the creek.
Guide to surviving without mental harm
And people are sitting in the apartments, and darkness is ahead for months.
There are hardly any special programs or newspaper supplements about how you can survive this.
Other than how to bake goddamn bread, there is little instruction on how to survive without mental harm in a confined space.
Alone or with people you rarely see otherwise.
That's why I'm doing this now.
In case your life hasn't changed for the better in the past 20 months.
If you do not fall into a deep sleep in the evening because you have to work more than before, if you are constantly working from home, or are out of work, if you are becoming increasingly nervous and irritable, there are a few options that you can try.
Diversion.
Away from social media fragmenting the brain.
Back to books.
I'm just reading David Baddiel
advertisement
Baddiel, David
And what about the Jews?
Published by Carl Hanser Verlag GmbH & Co. KG
Number of pages: 136
Published by Carl Hanser Verlag GmbH & Co. KG
Number of pages: 136
Buy for € 18.00
Price inquiry time
11/13/2021 3:58 p.m.
No guarantee
Order from Amazon
Order from Thalia
Order from Weltbild
Product reviews are purely editorial and independent.
Via the so-called affiliate links above, we usually receive a commission from the dealer when making a purchase.
More information here
and again the best illustration of the pandemic by Ottessa Moshfegh.
advertisement
Moshfegh, Ottessa
My year of rest and relaxation: Roman
Published by btb Verlag
Number of pages: 320
Published by btb Verlag
Number of pages: 320
Buy for € 12.00
Price inquiry time
11/13/2021 3:58 p.m.
No guarantee
Order from Amazon
Order from Thalia
Order from Weltbild
Product reviews are purely editorial and independent.
Via the so-called affiliate links above, we usually receive a commission from the dealer when making a purchase.
More information here
If you still have strength, learn something.
A foreign language, coding, a martial art in the online tutorial.
Don't fall into a Netflix coma.
Be nice to yourself, to others, don't talk about the pandemic.
Try not to be angry.
Because that makes the mood even worse.
Again, be kind.
To all.
Because most of them are going to be shitty right now.