The past months have proven, that it is – at least for me – impossible to live in Finland without getting caught in that work-sleep-work-sleep-work-sleep mindset. Maybe it’s in the air, maybe it’s in the food, maybe it’s in the water.
For the past months my social life has been next to none. Reading books has been next to none. Taking photos has been next to none. Even checking on Facebook or Instagram has been next to none. Needless to say, thoughts of loosing my mind and living what feels somebody else’s life, have crossed my overloaded brain more than once.
Today I had a chat with a friend in Cape Town. To my horror that chat made me realise I’ve also lost my sense of humour. How sad is that. I just no longer get that witty sarcastic humour of Capetonians that I so much love, and that always made me laugh.
Capetonian: “I’m pretty sure there are no lakes where you’ll be hiking.”
Me: “Of course there are lakes, you pretty much cannot find a place without a lake here.”
Capetonian: “Oh it’s raining. That must feel weird as it so rarely happens there.”
Me: “Not really as it rains quite often here. But we’ve had a really nice spring so far.”
So I solemnly declare myself as an uptight humourless Finn. A statement that’s further backed up with a realisation that I haven’t laughed for months. Smiled yes, laughed not.
Talky has been losing, too. Definitely not his sense of humour but his Xbox. It’s been out-of-order for a good two months now. Those months really have been good in a lot less arguing, a lot less whining, a lot less Wilma messages way. A lot more of a happy bubbly boy.
Talky experienced another loss, when his team lost a basketball final recently. He was so disappointed he cried. Which secretly made me happy, as for a moment he was still more of a little boy than a preteen.