marks the anniversary of my blog, and thus the event that moved me a year ago to start this blog: the first August and my annual fireworks sale. Again I forced me to stand in the abdomen and the legs hold out of boredom in order to earn my last holiday money. Much has not changed : My inability to participate in the aesthetic sense of fireworks, the excuses for why family buys fireworks just yet, and the justifications for why it does not. Not even the degree of boredom, that almost pathological character I realized only after reading Erich Fromm's book on the pathology of normalcy ( Life ceases to be alive in the true sense. Boredom is my opinion one of the greatest evils that infect humans can .). In this one week I endure as otherwise during the whole year a lot of boredom. All warnings of the fireworks I know by heart, also the whole garden products range, which is toxic class of each spray, the number of tiles on the floor, to every thought, even the smallest movement in the head stops, ... And above all, I get the full load of boredom from the people who spend not only a week but think how can the main part of their lives in this very cozy twosome. The ongoing pathological form of boredom indicated. People who dedicate their lives to the daily purchase, build their social relations in the talks with the German and Kiosk then, seeing me in this mood, the lost, under-employed Migros girl who was condemned to the dangerous firecrackers from the evil smokers to protect and take the opportunity. A taste I will not deny:
"When you're young, you can conquer the world you belong to you alone!" You, the customer of which I only know from cashiers times that chicken legs are her favorite food, told me how she fills her life together with the cooking. She is old, everything is for them to become stress, time and again they emphasized how they had consumed, incredibly consumed by the daily work between Sunrise and sunset, thirty-nine years they've used up. A ll be consumed in it. Dates: Stress; Shopping: stress, self-closing: Stress! "They enjoy the young years," she gets like again to ask me right then, what I'm going after I told her about my final here at the Migros and my move. "Ah, that's great!" Is her reaction, her eyes shining, with age envy, it seems to me their words and confirm it immediately: "If you are young, you can conquer the world!" It was a typical disease of old age, in her early years she had never had problems with stress, "but now" she shakes her head sorrowfully, "But now," she repeats to be swallowed by it by its own silence, "it is used" I finish her words in mind. Glad she was that she and her cat were healthy, it complements and refers back to a selbstbestärkendes smile. "Healthy ?!!", I try to control myself to think this is just my thoughts and boxing in an attached direction:" Yes, health is the most important thing. " She goes off, disappearing into the revolving door, which they smuggled into the shop, leaving me with the presence of a basic question I am now accompanied for several years:
power our society ages our health? Not life, illness, death, failed relationships (according to Freud, all external forces that prevent people always true happiness) but the work is that she has used the work-our self-chosen lot.
Yes, self-selected.
our society works, thanks to us.
Again, this can easily be seen from my place behind the explosive firecrackers: A petite blonde girl discovered the giant volcanoes, with their eyes within seconds to rise to the same size and spit fire with joy. Her mother sees the danger is straight to the hand of her daughter and tries, with the alluring shopping waiting to consume away. But the daughter is smart, she sees the big "O word" surrounded by orange fluorescent paint, "But mommy, action and severally, Rabbat gseh, action, Maaaamiii!" Finally, two packs of four bright eyes were carried home.
Thanks sweetened with Cumulus action points, it suddenly seems worthwhile to make the last days of work go up in smoke. ("Yes of course there are also fireworks on Märkli if they want!") (And yes, of course, it was again the same actions as in previous years.)
What I trying to say: This is all a subtle expression of this: to follow
Erich Fromm, there is a kind society character who directs the psychological energies of individuals in a particular direction or short, ensuring that people do the do you have to do it.
is of course Switzerland on the first of August the party going and, of course is the second of August again seemed to work on time. Of course, even elected! We are all absolutely functioning members of this society. We are all something of normal! We work! The only question is to what Price? Of course, at a special price!
The old woman, as she has described itself around, after a few minutes from the store back with a snack for me. Two large white, with slip tipped peaches, as it should be for staff. She thanks him for the interview and after it is satisfied that it has not seen me for the last time, she says goodbye with a friendly "soon."
This day I rescued her, she got something out of their boredom and this day she has saved me because I have the rest of the afternoon, spent this long overdue blog post on receipt (See picture) to record. If we do not work anymore, but then it works somehow.
But as long as we work, we will overcome much time in our ten hours a day to torture with a boring fireworks sales, without making any moral convulsions. And at what price: the course at a reduced price! For much more I would hardly cost the Migros.
Well, not long, however. Yesterday, Saturday, was sold as the Last Volcano his honorable owner, I finally made an exit from the Migros work where my brain cells sometimes literal given up the ghost. Incidentally, I have a customer on the last day, when I met him after the well-known card, asked when he said that could not aptly be bestowed a great farewell, I can not deny: "Cumulus card Of course I have a Cumulus card, each in Switzerland has one that probably more people here have a Cumulus card as a Swiss passport! " Thank you. Let's see how long I get to eat in this society without character was.
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