Everything is fine, etc. Christmas and Christmas mark the culmination of stress. Stress is healthy and strong, and it should have some big peaks and some troughs. That was before, now there are no more valleys. Everything is summits. There’s no way to be bored anymore. Even the European Union, which was a paradise for boredom, is under stress.
Christmas is success through stress, running and spending. This has always been the case, but now, since we started from the highest in everything, we reach the summit exhausted.
Out of print and damaged. Cortisol is not a corticosteroid, it’s a crazy stress hormone, it comes out through the cracks in the skin, before the pores. We are already a bit of robot cops. Server locations emit cortisol in jets, like those solar flares. Fortunately, cortisol is not visible to the naked eye.
So much stress and so much shopping and so much buying and returning and buying again… and the statistics say productivity doesn’t increase… What happens is we focus on other things… The Chinese already produce it, and they do it well.
We would have to relearn how to produce THINGS, as Trump wants in his master doc, already forgotten about this security strategy. Let’s get back to business. Among the impossible nostalgias, there is always the production of things, objects, long-awaited chips, cars! We are assemblers, which is something.
Plus, making things takes us time to buy them, that’s where we deposited all the money. know how of the napero race (another impossible desire). Our lives full of cortisol They are hyperproductive but the criteria have stagnated and search in categories that are no longer used.
Buying is our thing. And more and more beforeThe main skill is to search for the object, film, series or other. The search for immortality… each time centered on one thing, something.
Although Christmas will be stressful, there are times when we don’t even pay attention to our cell phone: there it is alone in our pocket or in our backpack, vibrating in vain on the table, poor cell phone, abandoned.
Christmas, which with its peripherals lasts a quarter, encourages you to return to the old purchase, that of touch and feeling And will you wrap it for me as a present? Old shopping on a human scale, the fervor of queues at the checkouts.
And the affection, which emerges in lost moments like a pinprick… the affection that we would like them to have for us if we managed to give something good, with the work it takes to think about ourselves and what we love… if we don’t see each other for so long and when we do see each other we barely recognize each other. We don’t even have time to compare the latest cholesterol levels.
The difficult, the luxury, perhaps the interior, would be boredom. Ah, what forgotten sensations, the spleen, the melancholy… the beauty before the selfie. Do nothing and have nothing to do, neither reply to WhatsApp nor transfer photos or videos. I asked the Three Wise Men and Santa Claus (they go together because they share an apartment) to annoy me a little.
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