Saturday
It’s Saturday, it’s hot. I try to stay still because the degrees Celsius are slowly settling into my head, and I’m not in the mood to do anything. I lie and click through this strange virtual space, and there – all are analysts, know-it-alls, sages, blunt interpreters of economic trends and geopolitical situations, juicy haters, amazed, shocked, and disappointed investors in a future that will never come, visionaries in the movie “I knew that this is how it will end. I said it a long time ago.” Interesting journalistic physiognomy. Teachers covered with the sun of Vergina flags, who said goodbye to elementary literacy. Changers on all levels. Bearers of unfulfilled ambitions. Knowers of causes and consequences. Bared teeth lynchers. Evil intellectuals with astonishingly uncultured wording. Instant character and event connectors. Acceptors of things with unprecedented pleasure, as if it isn’t happening to them, too. Express labelers. Knife stabbers. Destroyers. Karens. Intimidators. Swearers. Haters. Condemners. Judgers. Despisers. Distractors. Chameleons. Fibbers. Memory losers who already have a serious case of amnesia. Day-to-day episodes of the same tedious soap opera, where you no longer know who is who to whom in ideas, but you can clearly recognize who is who to whom in intention. In all this mess, only one thing is not visible: Better starts at home. From each of us. Fix yourself, and you’ll fix the world, you poor man.