Edna speaks

Let me tell you the story of (one of) the worst day(s) of my life. Hint: you probably thought that it was one of my best days... it wasn't. Sit back, get some popcorn and brace yourself. It's going to be a very long one. It all started the night before (or rather the morning cos this was past midnight). I was supposed to go to bed early (or earlier) because I was going to wake up earlier, but as usual, there was something not so important to do, a video not too important to watch or a tweet definitely not important at all to read that kept me up later than I should have been. I went to bed at around 2am to get up at around 5am. It was a warm(ish) summer morning; I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was already bright outside, longer days and shorter nights, summer solstice and alladat as we were taught in Geography. I got ready and left the house at about 6. I was supposed to be at the train station before 7:30 for my train. The map said it would take me about an hour by bus,

“Until the day is over, there’s a chance you’re going to remember it for something else” - This is us 🥺 One of my favorite songs from Adele's 30 is "Hold On". Some lines that really stand out to me in the song are: "Right now I truly hate being me" and "Let time be patient". Right now, I truly hate being me We've all had moments where we HATED our lives. Where we would have happily jumped at the chance to live another person's life, even just for a day. In fact, sometimes I genuinely ask myself, how am I sure than I am me?  Like how do I tell my essence apart from someone else's? Like I came to the consciousness that I am who I am at like, age 5, but how do I know I'm myself and not someone else. It's a complex question to ask and even explain, so I try not to think about it for too long. The point is, at many times in our lives and maybe even right now, we have hated being ourselves. The song offers encouragement in the next line.