The *uckenings 36

I was meant to tell you a story, but after I pitched it to my dad, it lost some steam. Unfortunately, I woke up in a bad mood this morning and can’t quite put my finger on how I got here. It appears solitude has taken its toll on me. Also, Hansi has been on my mind lately. There is a high possibility, that he was my perfect match. Other than that, I have thought about becoming a lesbian, but honestly- I might start by looking for friends, before I think about lovers. Although friendships can be even more complex than partnerships. There is a certain velocity to every connection. A tone. Terminology. Things you’d say to one friend, that you wouldn’t necessarily say to another. It’s natural. We adjust, if only just a little tiny bit sometimes. So we can swing on the same level. Does that mean we are not ourselves? No, it doesn’t. It keeps us interesting. It’s a natural instinct. Nevertheless, it is plain to see, that we somehow vibe better with one, than another. Does that mean we cap contact to the other? No, it does not mean that. We simply keep on torturing ourselves and nobody can explain this clearly. We humans have a way of challenging the obvious resistance. Orange lights - you should stop it will definitely turn red now - there I keep going. Dude has got this clear darkness in his eyes - I should run as fast as I can - let’s go to his apartment, how bad could it be? When did we stop listening to those very, very clear signs and why? It’s been a phenomenon, especially as of recent. Where has that survival instinct gone? Oh, there’s a deadly virus killing people - let’s all stay home and contain it so we can save lives - but no wait, what if it just suddenly disappears again, as if nothing has happened? You wouldn’t want to be the dumb one who missed out, when all this ends up as a big fat joke, right?

Stupid is, who stupid does. Forrest Gump.

Honestly now though, imagine our creator is sitting up there on a cloud with a herd of aliens, who wants to take over planet earth. Our creator has been standing up for us saying: no! They deserve to live! By now, he most definitely must have ran out of arguments to reason with them and more importantly - with him/herself.

I mean. Look at the past 9 months. Instead of protecting one another and containing this deadly virus, we were busy with politics, race, protests, buying fucking toilet paper and being selfish dummies in total. We can’t even isolate a damn island. It’s an island! How can we still manage to spread a virus from an island? It’s our last resort strategy and therefor crucial for the zombie apocalypse – we need to be able to cut off an island guys! It’s our only chance to survive the walking dead!

And here is my humble opinion about your pandemic related protests: The virus can’t hear you.

It also won’t jump out of a cake tomorrow screaming: ‘just kidding!’

And frankly, the virus doesn’t give a shit, if you are against it. It’s a virus!

Stay home. And once and for all: toilet paper isn’t going to save you! If some of you rebels would care about your Granny, your children and generally humanity as much as you care about your assholes, we’d all be fine.