Little bitch

It's very simple, you were born anxious. It was passed down from generation to generation in your family. There are those who passed on pretty jewelry or money. You, it was the anguish that you had inherited. And now it was running through your veins. Seems it didn't get better with age, that you heard them say often. But you, there was no way you look like them. "Rather die!" »What were you saying! You openly did not care about them and their way of having the shit for a yes, for a no. The more you laughed about it, the more it reassured you. To convince yourself that you were not like them, you spent your youth provoking your destiny, throwing yourself into the mouth of the wolf and coming back to show your old people that we would not die of fear. Obviously, you had experienced great adrenaline rushes, you had even secretly whined a lot of times. So, you gritted your teeth a little harder and went back to the fight.

But in vain you closed your eyes very tightly, making your eyelids hurt, when you opened them again, your eczema patches would jump in your mouth and when it took hold of you, you could scratch yourself until you blood . Despite everything you had done to ward off the curse, you had felt the curse rise in you. Like your parents, you marked out your life with stupid little rituals. And as they predicted, the older you got, the worse it was. The slightest unforeseen could turn your belly upside down and stick to your toilet for a few hours.

So when they announced the quarantine, all of a sudden you felt reassured. You were going to be able to put your anxieties in the closet during the confinement. Locked in with us, you felt good, you felt free. Sheltered from the outside world, from setbacks and damn surprises that life insisted on giving you in the paws, you came back to life. It hadn't taken long for your eczema to go away. The sun that had shown three quarters of the time had put you in joy. How beautiful you were with your new pink skin. You were gutsy with your short skirts dancing in front of me like a teenage girl. This break in your life was a good old middle finger to those pans of anguish that you had dragged along for too long. And me, it gave me hell to find you like before, when you pretended to be stronger than that, to be on top of that.

Oh I was not fooled! I could see that you took too much liking to this damn confinement. Sometimes I tried to prepare you. I told you that there would be an end to all that, that we would have to go back in life. Direct, your jaws clenched and between your clenched teeth, two words came out: "RATHER! ". The more the days went by, the more beautiful you were, the more I felt the fear of twisting my guts. I knew you were telling the truth little bitch. It was not missing, on June 16, while some were jumping for joy at the freedom found, you, it was into the void that you jumped, with both feet.