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The corona is over and life is back. It's supposed to be happy, but that's exactly what I'm depressed about - Walla! culture

2021-04-09T09:07:37.314Z


I know it's a terrible cry, and it's cool that the economy is opening up and people are going back to work. It's not that I have no heart, I just have no power


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The corona is over and life is back.

It's supposed to be happy, but that's exactly why I'm depressed

I know it's a terrible cry, and it's cool that the economy is opening up and people are going back to work.

It's not that I have no heart, I just have no power.

I want to keep grumbling about not being able to do anything and secretly rejoice over it

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Friday, 09 April 2021, 00:18 Updated: 08:19

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Life returns.

Carmel Market (Photo: Reuven Castro)

There is nothing that heralds the end of an epidemic more than the recurrence of events.

And the circles.

And birthday parties.

And the playmates.

And the dates.

In short, friends, you can fold the alcohol - the corona is over and life begins again.

I know it's supposed to be happy, but I'm depressed about it.

God forbid I wish for a disease that would continue to rage, diseases is a terrible thing.

But come on, even a routine is not something.



For the second week in a row, the garden's WhatsApp group has been sending an invitation for a birthday, followed by dozens of messages of: "Ilai will arrive" + emoji balloon, "Congratulations! Obviously placenta will come" !!!! Jonathan will arrive happily "+ happy emoji," Lirzi will arrive in jumps "+ flamenco dancer emoji.

In the school's WhatsApp group, participants are recruited for a parent-child riding group.

And the Capoeira guide said (also on WhatsApp, of course) that he was waiting to see everyone on Monday at the community center.



At the same time, the high-tech company that locks my husband in gilded bars that make moving in the back and pocket, did a serious burial to the capsule model, and announced a transition to a "flexible" workday of 4-1 - four days from the office, one day from home.

But the same one, for everyone.

One size fits all.

And what if one of the employees actually needs another day away from home because that is exactly the day his wife has a long day at work (say, just a hypothetical situation, maybe this is the day she has to stay up late at work to write a weekly column)?

What flexibility Amale I fainted.

Second, I'm just going down to Spaghetti to figure out how I'll flex my schedule so it's syncing with your flexibility.

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Even a routine is not something.

Family at Sea (Photo: ShutterStock)

Sorry I'm angry.

I just had a lot of time to think about it this week, standing in traffic jams for an hour and a quarter every morning on the way to work.

It has not happened to me for a year.

Like the nature that arose when the world was extinguished in the corona closures, so the Ayalons have been awakening in recent weeks.

And all the urban jeeps and leasing vehicles are returning to their natural grazing areas - crowded with gray columns of straight asphalt lanes.

From the parking lot at home to the entrance to the office parking lot - one long and cursed traffic jam.



It's like a whole year of avoiding talking is now exploding into our face in a flood of events, meeting invitations, Outlook summonses and plans for three weeks ahead ("What's up with you on the weekend after Independence? Want to do something? Want to meet? Want to do a family trip?" Shut up, shut up, shut up!).



We lived like this before too, and it was okay. But the corona made such a sharp and sweeping break, and suddenly we saw that it was possible otherwise. Whole days without leaving the house. It was not a great pleasure either, But not everything in it was bad. No evening events, no social commitments. No child's circle stuck like a bone in the throat at five-thirty, that it's too late to go there from kindergarten, but also no point in going home first.



The internal division of responsibilities at home was Much more egalitarian and fair in the last year.We both worked, we were both at home with the kids, we both gave up at some point in the Sisyphean and futile struggle of collecting the flakes from the tiles in the dining area.And now we are back to our sweet routine that includes: To another educational institution.Collections on regular days - one finishes early and collects

A. The other works late and arrives in the showers and layers (or vice versa - but only if it's the day my husband's employer assigned me).

All that is missing is that 'fun' can be given at the door to mark the exchange.

It's discouraging as it's effective.

Traffic jams again (Photo: Reuven Castro)

I know it's a terrible whining, and that it's cool that the economy is opening up, and people are going back to work.

Even the cultural shows went back to the stages (as a sign of solidarity I even ordered tickets for the show this week).

It's not that I have no heart, I just have no power.

I want to go back to my most beautiful days, the bare days of the corona.

Sit on the couch at home and grumble about the fact that nothing can be done and secretly rejoice that this is all that can be done right now.



that is how I am.

Love that I have the option to set things, but do not really want to do them.

I want there to be classes, but my kids will not go to them.

There will be weddings, but I will not have to attend them.

That the economy will be open, but that I can continue to work from home whenever it suits me.

And that my husband will also be able to continue working from home (whenever it suits me).

And that the children will learn in their own frameworks and not at home 100% of the time because that's the only way it suits me.



Agree that the corona was crappy, but can we not reach some compromise?

What a semi-coronary existence: no morbidity and mortality, but also no events and programs engraved in the schedule. What's there? What's urgent for you? Where is this "new normal" that everyone talked about a few months ago? In the meantime it seems to me too similar to the old normal. We have here an opportunity to set new rules for an almost utopian reality: where there are vaccines and there are no more classes at five-thirty. Too bad we'll miss it.

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