I am fit to burst. Fit to knock somebody’s BLOCK off. Fit to put a hammer through the window.
Sick of the aloneness. Sick of hearing the words “social distancing.”
Oh it’s not that I don’t recognise the necessity for it, but Gawd, it makes you baulk.
We’ve all had enough. Well I have! I am beginning to feel that I don’t exist. No one to mirror anything back at me.
I think it was Lacan, the psychowhatsit bloke who followed Freud, who said that we only know who we are by the things that other people mirror back to us. I can see that one. A small child learns by how others mirror things back to her or him.
And talking of Freud. Although we were not meant to be, but somehow or other I have landed here – I hate bloody Freud! And what is more, I shouted this at my academic Supervisor at the University of Sheffield, some years ago, banging on the table, and that was swiftly followed by, “And I DON’T want a penis either.” For those of you that don’t know, Freud had this idea that women and little girls suffered from penis envy, meaning that they wanted one, and not having one was the cause of all their ills.
Yes well……. I am about as fed up with hearing the words “social distancing” as I am with hearing the words “penis envy.”
And thinking about the word “block,” have you seen that on June 1st. We are all going to have to use that bloody block editor whether we want to or not. Bah!
So that’s my rant for the day! Anyone else want to join in?