We think that we think clearly...

Three weeks gone and the hope that it will all be over soon is vanishing - soon there will be no shred of the initial excitement at the unexpected change of life. I know there was this feeling, that , naturally, the virus, the danger - but there is SOMETHING HAPPENING! Ayayay...

and now the "happening" turned into the "everyday brings something worse" and the situation has soured. It has finally dawned on the average teen-me (and a lot of adult-me's as well) that we are imprisoned in our houses/flats... spending more than the usual amount of time with the dearest who, when taken in an extra-strong  dosage, may still be dear, but get on our nerves about hundred times more than ever before.

Frustration boils over and - there should be some outlet. We are looking for outlets. 

Adult people around are convenient outlets and it is as it should be, that is one of their functions in critical times. I am remembering the tales of the war told by my parents, both sixteen years old in 1939. They did not know it then, how they used their parents to vent their negativity on. They have seen it - looking back, from the perspective of years and... from the safety of a peaceful country. 

It would be perfect if the frustrated shout for help was met with the invitation to a dialogue. Talking to the dearest brings hope...