How is that even possible? Everyone and their pet goat has more opinions to voice than anyone is willing to listen.
But what I miss is people who take an interest in things, who like to research, discuss and take into heart things that are not directly influencing their little lives. People who surround me don’t seem to have other issues to discuss than different brands of dishwashers, what they had for lunch, and if what was written in last weeks gossip paper, is true. I am pretty sure these are all very important things, but they bore me to death.
I find it funny. We are supposed to get smarter with age. When you are 18 it is ok to be concerned about the Somalian refugees, discuss the opposition between Israel and Palestine, read Kafka, and watch documentaries about the endangered species of the Amazon rainforest. You enjoy learning new facts and perspectives, you can have heated arguments with your friends until early morning hours, and you still ponder when you walk home in the morning.
And then, suddenly, you have grown up. And the only heated arguments you have are with your significant other about the colour you’ll paint your living room walls with, and your only passion is whether your child should wear a hat today or not.And the only time you have real discussions is when someone has upset you – then you get that bottle of wine, your friends around the kitchen table, and in the middle of the bitching and whining you might discover an aspect or two of human nature.
Sad.
