After 30…

It is as if your body went through a second adolescence: your hair starts changing color, hair grows where there was none, like inside your ears, and your body starts reminding you that you are no longer in your twenties.

I think the first moment I realized I was "old", yes, in quotes, because after all we are still at the start of this long journey, since in my mother's eyes I am very young. So, the first time was when, as the Campari guy says (depending on when you read this, you will have no idea who I am talking about), I turned down a brewski, a term that by itself gives away not only my age but also an undeniable lack of good taste.

Right now it is 4 (four) o'clock in the morning. I don't know whether to call it the middle of the night, but I believe that under the civil code it fits that classification. Yes, your honor, I knew she was "underage". I don't know which is the greater sin: waking up so early, or having to wake up because my knee hurts and my hip makes me howl in despair and terror.

This happens because, against all common sense, I turned on a fan in a fixed position pointed straight at me. The wind, concentrated with all its force in a single direction, had a price to collect; after all, every action has consequences.

According to Google, it is not that the fan gave me rheumatism or anything like that, but, in its words, it caused vasoconstriction that "(…) reduces blood flow to the extremities, making them more susceptible to pain". I could cite the author of the excerpt, that is, where I got this information, but in the best spirit of this era I will credit it to Google; after all, that is what this company has always wanted: to appropriate other people's knowledge and take all the credit.

Not much different from the capitalist "geniuses" of the past like Thomas Edison, who registered many patents that were nothing more than ideas stolen from his assistants. After all, the image of the inventor locked in a garage, working on something that would revolutionize the world, is about as real as Santa Claus.

Anyway, back to the subject of this post. Faced with such a severe condition, I did what any sensible insomniac would do: I came to the computer to write this lovely account, and to remind myself never to make this unfortunate mistake again.

But who am I kidding? If I did it given the overwhelming heat of the last few days, nothing will stop me from making the same mistake again; after all, it is called "Global Warming", or "Global Boiling".

I'm thrilled to know that not even the worst science fiction of the 90s managed to predict an ending as chaotic, slow and predictable as this one. Maybe all those productions had Oil Industry money behind them, wanting to distract us from the real problem: the gradual and inevitable rise of greenhouse gases.

Anyway, I digress. The important lesson here is that air conditioning is safer for my joints than a fan. At least if I want a reasonably good quality of life. And the environment? And my share of the conscious consumption that will save us from global catastrophe?

Remember the maxim: there is no conscious consumption under capitalism. While you save your daily share of CO2, some capitalist's private jet trip equals all your consumption over your entire life. And that's just one example.