I called myself goofy and that ruined my week.

You know how sometimes a tiny event triggers you more than a pandemic. Because you’re meant to survive a pandemic as well as a virus is meant to survive through the living beings. Otherwise it disappears with the dead and it’s not his primary function. I was saying, a tiny event, like a bowl breaking in your hands with no apparent reason or when you can’t recognise if the wine is mousy or simply farmy. Even the Sunday margaritas are frozen and there is no garnish to keep company to the one ice cube only that you put in the glasses. You feel you’re swimming against the current, not aware that you’re the one who chose the wrong direction. As the water is flowing anyway you should be floating like a buoy, not trying to push away the waves. You feel you’re playing with your team but you end up being offside all the time and you can’t score or even if you do it doesn’t count. You’re not meant to survive a tiny event, because this is not a matter of Life and Death. You’re meant to step back from the unpleasant situation that you call your existence and change your perspective on it. Look at it upside down as a hanging woman and stop loathing everyone and everything around you. When your head is where your feet should be, you realise that nothing really matters, especially this song’s title or the anagram of discounted. You couldn’t care less about the first prize because you know there is nothing to win or lose on Earth. Whatever if you think we’re just a group of cells or if mercury retrograde does affect the tide and the course of our lives. But believe me it does, so don’t call yourself goofy, even if you struggle and grunt, someone might do it for you already.