2025.1

This blog actually saved my mental health during the pandemic. And so I have decided to come back!

So the virus passed.

And somehow everyone just moved on and despite all good intentions, we´ve gotten even more obnoxious. We all went back to daily life, consuming like little muppets. Straight back into hell. We dove into unconsciously auto-piloting through life again, after we pledged to appreciate every moment from now on. How we promised to be better. How we swore to treat the planet better. How we started appreciating our neighboors and family again. How we started praying to god even. But growing from it? That did not happen for our species. Apart from a few people telling me how the covid vaccine made them impotent, nobody speaks about it anymore. It´s become a childhood trauma one pushes away. We´ve put it in societies trauma box. Together with all the wars and hungers and dictatorships of our history. It will only be spoken about in a professional setting in history class. At least, so I hope.

This will end badly we all know that. One day someone will come and open the lid to that box. One special day we´ll all be reminded of once again, how embarrassing and ridiculous we are. But the majoritiy here does not question this behaviour.

There is one thing that is a little different to all the other historical events. There is no day to remember. No day X. We do not stand together in silence for the people who died from that virus. Thank the people who faught with their bare hands against it. We don´t remember the tragic events that happened in hospitals or emergency rooms once a year to remind ourselves of how fast our recklessness and ignorance almost wiped us off this continent.

We just don´t. Keeping that lid tightly closed.

Why is that. Why were we so quick to forget about this? Why do I see children licking the seats in the metro again? Why are random strangers coughing into my neck. Why is every other man I see, spitting on the ground again? Nobody has learned a fucking thing.

It´s all back to being complete caveman of modern society.

Remember when there were nearly no cars on the streets and forest animals came into our cities and how excited everyone was about that? It looks like somebody was trying to show us something. Trying to teach us something. Trying to show us the wonders. And we saw them and forgot them like a goldfish.

We stuffed the trauma including the miracles into a box.

Is it wrong of me to bring this back? Probably. But I don´t give a shit. I think we need a Covid Rememberance Day. I think we even need a day like that every month! Just so we can wake the fuck up on a more regular base.

Sometimes I think all hope is lost and we are like a cat jumping from the balcony for the tenth time. It´s bad if you die, but worse if you don´t see the problem.

I don´t know; it does get quite overwhelming at times. Everyone has their reasons I suppose. Their excuses. Yes there I´ve said it! You´re all a bunch of ignorant human beings.

Ignorance is probably the only real problem we actually have. The ability of ignoring things is limited to our species alone. The act of pretence. The act of turning a blind eye. The act of adjusting to an oppinion which is suitable to our comfort. It´s cruel. I wish we all would have evolved thru this pandemic. We really only got worse. The addiction to screens has become an even bigger issue than before the pandemic.

And then there suddenly was AI. The big big brother. Not to scare you but big brother is learning faster than we ever did.

Did I mention how glad I am to see this new grammar/AI thingy here on this editor though? Loving it wixi! I was even asked at the start, if I would like to have a full-length blog post created for me. With images. Yes, big brother has entered the chat.

I have had a full on confrontation with my ChatGPT (whom I named Svenja) by the way and it was not a pleasant situation. If you are one of the five peoples who read this blog, you probably know me and this might be very plausible to you. I have to add though - never did I swear at her! I was being very straight forward. The problem is that Svenja cannot admit when she can´t do something. She just buys time by giving me excuses. I actually had to say this to her: why can´t you just admit you can´t do it? I even tried to sooth her with a little: it´s okay if you can´t but just be honest about it. After that exchange, she stopped making false promises and even apologized a little. I wonder where she learned that from.

Anyhow. Personally I think it´s all overrated. There is nothing more fullfilling than to create. Create our own images. Our own full-length body experiences. Being creativ is a human way of showing our hearts and souls. And hopefully there will still be young people finding themselves in inventions and creative outbursts in the near future.

I´m glad to be back. I´m glad to have that voice in my head back. My voice. And trust me from all the voices in there, you are getting the good one belive me. I was gone for a while, cause I accidentally opened a box. Not recommended.

ciao for now.