The *uckenings 46

Sometimes I like to make it a bit more fun and sometimes I'm rather serious. Today is a Joker kinda day. You might think „yay Tamara is having a good day“ but deep down there’s a voice from the off saying „Tam having a good day? Who are you kidding?“ And you know that voice knows better.

I learned a new word. Covidiot. Do with it what you like but do something with it.

Also I wanted to let you all know that I have a curry shirt. I will say this again to implement the seriousness. I have a curry shirt. It’s a shirt I use solely to eat and or cook curry. The reason being the color of the shirt. I bought this in a merely difficult time of denial in my life, ignoring the fact that curry yellow is not only not my color but the worse color I could ever have anywhere close to me. I understand that you might have questions at this point and if you are thinking „but Tam, what has been first, the shirt or the curry?“ I can assure you that the lines have gotten blurry. Looking back, I think I was ready to give the shirt away, because I couldn’t stand only a blink of reflection while wearing it until one day I happened to make a curry sauce while wearing the shirt for some unknown reason and therefor I decided then and there to keep it for every future curry scenario. Sometimes I feel like having curry on my way home sitting in the tram and then I start thinking about the shirt. I make plans in my head how I will put on the shirt first thing when getting home, in order to remember about the badass curry I desired before - it’s an easier string of thoughts than the food. Food thoughts always go places too quickly. The curry shirt remains as a stain in my memory for some time. Sometimes I open my closet, I spot the shirt and I suddenly crave curry. All I can say for sure is that one thing goes with the other and this will be a lifelong attachment. Like a marriage. The shirt and the curry forever and ever. Never will I disastrously ruin a nice shirt with a curry stain..never again will I hate curry for splashing all over me. It’s okay. The shirt has it covered so the stains stay undercover. I could go on and on but I decided to give it a break right here.

I did set up a notes section for blog ideas but the only thing left on there is the word memeber. I just went through the whole damn keyboard holding the option key but couldn’t find the e with the little hat. We call it accent circonflexe in French. But obviously the German keyboards have decided against it. They are against a lot of things. Mainly against work, food, health and accent circonflexes. So the circonflexe is hereby off the table. Sorry les French. Apparently you’re not a true member. The word I actually wrote down was memeber though. Just imagine the hat on the first e. If you are a memeber you know about the memes. You a member at the meme club. Memes have certainly taken over this century and I ask you how we survived without them. Wars could have been won. If only we would have found the memes earlier. But the memes need instagram and since viber didn’t make it back in the days, we had to waste a whole decade to hashtags and holiday pictures with filters instead of kick ass memes. Remember the day we found out about the fall of the Berlin Wall?

Somebody would have made a meme of it and just maybe Germany would have started off a little lighter.

Memes create a don’t feel bad…take it easy…be happy area. Suppress your feelings and pretend to be skipping through the mess you have been born into. Why so serious? Sarcasm is a quick fix. I understand that. It’s not easy to suck it up these days. But then again suck it up! And don’t be a Covidiot.