For a while now, I feel guilty for all the bad things that happen in this world. And what will happen! Wherever there is a problem, I feel guilty, as if I were a member of the Orfeó Donostiarra wrapped up with a lady from Vox.
Before, it was all the fault of mayors, labor bosses and bankers. People slept rested and oblivious to the great problems of society. Now, since we are citizens, there is no one who is ignorant of the evils.
The last one is the retirement of the baby boomers – to which I belong because of my parents – which is already being presented as a harbinger for the future of the GDP, the consumption of Wagyu meat and the hat houses on the coasts of levant I deduce that the most patriotic, healthy and sustainable thing would be to slap her soon, a gesture that would honor me, in the eyes of the new generations.
As for the environment, too. I don’t have a car or a cooling device or a second home, but I feel complicit in the planet’s fever, with which I like to bathe in the salty sea without realizing that I might be spoiling it.
Another area of ??culpability is the inequality suffered by women. I would like to help and alleviate what needs to be alleviated to the extent of my palliative possibilities. Again, apart from going to the other neighborhood, I also don’t see what I can do, bearing in mind that giving flowers, doing handouts or inviting prawns would aggravate the injustice…
As a father, I also feel guilty because I will leave a world worse than the one I found, with Bon Jan del Caudillo and the Yankees in Vietnam, so if one day – God forbid – I cross paths at night in Tuset with Juana Dolores maybe I change the pavement, in case he pulls me over, sticks a finger in my ass and calls me “fucking old”.
The well-being of animals is also a cause of personal discomfort, because in my life I have done nothing for them – apart from teaching barbarities to parrots – and I already understand that they deserved more. The dog that I haven’t petted thinking “this one bites me”!
To live like this is to die of guilt, this divine punishment to the baby boomers for living so quietly.
