Marc Fauvelle told me something this morning: Can we say that young people have the “seum”? What I replied to is always a little embarrassing when the old people try to talk like the young. While deep down, it’s true, we have the “seum” at the moment, we are taking dear, I could even have told you, this is the “hess”, misery. But we must not believe everything that is said about us. No, really should not believe.
So yes in 2020 we have the “seum”, our hymn is more the ball it’s over. We are no more stupid besides we are just young, young and already old in fact. Since January, we no longer grow, we get old. No, it’s true, we are ready, we have tea, the plaid, we go to bed at 9:30 p.m., this had not happened to us since the 6th grade, we go around in circles, we dance in the living room when we wanted save the world. We love living your life, we play dice, we sanded just about all the furniture in the apartment, and missed almost all the flirtations that make winter spend warm. But, we just don’t have the “seum”.
We’re in this big waiting room anyway, and we’re expecting a lot. We didn’t want to go to that dentist so even less to wait but when you have to go, you have to go. It is true that we no longer ask the same questions, but we celebrate victories over us, victories that we would not even have thought to be celebrated. We cry, because it hurts, but it’s not for nothing, it’s for real.
When everything is hostile, when nothing is stable, we fight, we draw on reserves, we slow down. We brake. But it’s not bad sometimes. And also, a lot, and that feels good, maybe, surely, we look for cheerfulness, beauty everywhere, in the smallest recesses, where we would never have been. We accept the tenderness that we would have usually swept away, we find the parade to overcome the slaps, it is resilience, patience. And we don’t blame anyone.
This is what it is to be young in 2020.