A year of living dangerously

This odd year is coming to a close and rather than reflect in a constructive manner or make life goals for 2021, I thought it might be fun (yes fun) to list some petty emotions I felt during 2020, but it ended up being such a depressive list of small complaints that I did not dare to press the Publish button. Because, of course I am actually not doing so bad albeit I am so very bored of this lockdown and remote work.

So just two things:

  1. In the vein of my 2018 list of annoyances, I have to write down that I am really annoyed by German people walking side by side on the bike paths and uttering their passive aggressions to the bikers making me feel like I am somehow in the wrong and less entitled to use the paths. There, I said it.
  2. My 2020 resolutions, or notes to self, pretty much still stand as I am hopeless when it comes to life goals and self-improvement which is probably why I choose to fight against it with my best understanding of things. And I wrote COVID diaries, so I have a souvenir of my feelings, hopes and prayers from this godforsaken year, thus no need to reflect. In all honesty, 2020 was a boring year and Berlin without its people congregating in bars, restaurants, concerts, museums and climbing gyms is definitely grimmer than some other place might have been.

So good riddance 2020.

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Small homage to Liana Finck

Grumpy, old woman