If you’re doing well during this pandemic, even if it’s only for a day or more, then many people seem to think that it must have fallen into your lap. That you can only be doing well because you have who knows what kind of privileges. Or that you are blissfully ignorant, because otherwise you couldn’t be doing well at all.
It’s this black-and-white thinking, this either-or thinking that’s behind a lot of current conflicts between people.
And of course, how could anyone in this part of the world claim that privilege doesn’t matter. But they’re not everything, because then we’d all have to be fine and happy.
We’re all addicted. Addicted to the drama. So addicted that we can hardly stand it without drama. So addicted that we stage the drama ourselves if necessary, or gratefully accept the drama staged by others. But constant drama is exhausting and tires us out. But we often can’t and don’t want to do anything else. Those who have drama around them are much more interesting than those who live their lives day in and day out in a completely undramatic way. They are often denigrated as boring.
We want storytellers, especially those who can tell dramatic stories, including cliffhangers and, of course, preferably with a happy ending.
