BREXIT, Euro 2016 and the art of moving on
Do you sometimes feel like everything is whizzing past? Like everyone is sprinting and you are just walking? And because of this, you are always the odd one out?
I have been feeling like this for a while. Any time I see, read or hear about something that my mind thinks is interesting and that I should blog about, something more interesting comes up.
I don’t have a problem with this per se because I think that is just how the universe works. What bothers me is how fast everyone seems to move on.
I was talking to a friend a day after Germany lost the semi-finals to France in the recently concluded European soccer championships. Prior to this, she had made sure to remind anyone who cared to listen how much she fancied Germany’s chances to bring the trophy home.
“Tough match yesterday” I told her knowing very well how tough a loss can feel. Football fans are known to grieve and in some cases murder those around them. I wasn’t taking any chances. My plan was to tell her how well Germany played and how undeserved the French win was. If this didn’t work, I would tell her that the referee was terrible and that the French probably bribed him. And if this didn’t do the trick, I would throw in some conspiracy theory about Putin contracting some voodoo to confuse the Germans.
But all these was not to be.
“Which match?” she asked breaking into a genuinely puzzled smile. I thought she was in shock or in denial after all it was just about ten hours since the match had ended.
So I went ahead and reminded her that her favorite team Germany lost the semis. For a moment, I wondered if she confused the dates and was not aware that the match was already lost.
She didn’t wince. She just picked her coffee and shrugged. A nonchalant indifferent shrug. No tears. No emotion. Nothing.
It was like this whole European soccer championship thing never happened. And if it did, that was ages ago and it no longer mattered.
I was stunned and terribly impressed.
So now I’m going to write about BREXIT just before it disappears from our conscience and memory.
I don’t know much about BREXIT. And guessing from the sharp increase on Google searches for the term, I suppose I am not alone.
In the aftermath of the referendum vote, I watched A TED TALK from a British social scientist about BREXIT.
“Never before has the term ‘I am British’ elicited so much pity.” He started. The crowd laughed and clapped. I suppose to show their agreement.
But I couldn’t bring myself to laugh. I know what it means to be pitied. Most people from third world countries know the you-guys-are-in-shit-look that most westerners throw their way. It’s supposed to show solidarity but it is mostly insulting. People rarely pity someone that they actually respect.
Alexander Betts’ TED Talk about why Brexit happened is a brilliant talk.
It really is.