The *uckenings 32

Patience.

One of the hardest things, ever. Do you consider yourself a patient person? Red lights will play with your patience for example. I feel there is an individual patience and there is collective patience. We slowly lost it when utilities got easier and faster. Have you ever done dishes by hand, in the sink? No pre-washing wishy-washy. Properly washing dishes in a sink means filling the sink with water and some dishwashing soap. Then soak and wash the dishes, which would include scrubbing with an old school dish-brush and then rinse them with hot water until they are shiny. It was art. Finding the right amount of water in the sink with the exact right temperature, so the water you’d use for rinsing wouldn’t fuck up the bubbles and turn your dish-bath-tube into a filthy oily puddle half way through. Collective patience started failing the moment we started washing dishes on running water instead. That was the beginning of the end if you ask me. But nobody does ask me. Berlin has managed to put its nagging, ugly claws on me and is trying to steal my vibe. Ain’t gonna happen tho. The virus committee has put us on the high-risk list; therefor travels to my homeland have been cancelled. That means I will have to survive winter without my suitcase, which had gotten stuck there previously. Funny, I just tried to remember what was in there. I can’t think of one thing. Wait. I think there is a to-go cup in there I had abandoned. I really wish I had that cup now. It’s so practical. It’s a necessity. I need it so bad I can’t think right now. Hang on. I’m letting it go. I’m good.

You know when someone walks in front of you just a little too fast to take over and a little too slow to keep walking behind the person without looking like a creep? Yeah, me too. Happens every day and I am currently looking for solutions. It’s messing with my vibe. I will keep on asking for tips and tricks on here since the flotus thingy resolved so smoothly after I posted number 31. I thereby thank everyone who got involved.

I have been daydreaming about getting a dog. It would resolve several troubles. I may call her Norbert. Norbi. It would be perfection. Except for getting a tattoo of her name after she passes. But dreams are meant to be dreams anyway. Especially at my age. My dignity has run away years ago and I think the other day I saw it slip around a dark corner in the subway.

Some people like talking to themselves. Not only the nobody-home-crazy-people skipping in circles but also quite normal ones. I’d hereby like to tell you: It is the same as thinking. Same aim. Same goal. All in your head. It’s meant for you. So if you are thinking it, instead of saying it out loud, it’s the same. There’s no reason to say things out loud while someone else is around you, if you don’t mean to address those around you. If you are feeling addressed right now, take it as a creative input, cause it might be a red light right there. And to everyone else: you’re welcome.