Throughout my life I have had some nightmares. I refer to those dreams in which what happens is so terrible that we wake up with a tightness in the chest, sweaty and often with a feeling of terror that we have never experienced so intensely during wakefulness.
Many times what we dream is so disturbing that throughout that day we cannot shake the stressful feeling that we experience during one of these episodes. The experience is exhausting.
The point is that the permanence of these emotions (generally unpleasant) can affect our behavior and also our reasoning. Humans are a mass of perceptions in the face of a highly stimulating reality that is always coupled with complex emotions about what we are experiencing. Reason and emotion like it or not, they go hand in hand and determine the way we perceive the world, in many cases as something threatening or terrifying.
This December 1, when I saw the crowd gathered in the capital’s Zócalo during the celebration of the three years of López Obrador’s government, I had almost the certainty that I was experiencing a terrible nightmare, this experience was so overwhelming for me.
The thing is not for less. Just a few days ago the whole world showed its enormous concern about the Omicron, an apparently more contagious variant of the powerful Covid-19 that turns everyone (or rather almost everyone) upside down again.
This news caused the WHO and different leaders of the planet to announce timely actions, measures and precautions against this threat while detecting cases of infected with the new version of the invisible enemy in countries on practically all continents.
The shocking thing is that here in Mexico, while this bad news was spreading all over the planet, both Dr. López-Gatell, the ineffable Undersecretary of Health, and the head of the Executive Power downplayed these events and called a commemorative meeting of the arrival of the 4T, dangerously crowded, to rejoice over its triumph with speech, mariachis and bands (of the uniformed of course), music, dance, verbena, fritangas and all the rest.
About the face masks, well, we don’t even talk anymore. Nothing of obligation, come on, its use was not even recommended, that each person decide whether to put it on or not, said the president, that is, flat as the people, the believers and the transported want, here nothing is forced , neither to put on the seat belt nor to respect the traffic lights. Forbidden to prohibit, says happy, happy, the first president.
You may wonder how many attended the party, well I don’t know. Some say that 200 thousand people, others that 100 thousand, some less others more … but that there were many, they were many and that the risk of contagion was high, well yes, unfortunately very high. I hope I am wrong.
After listening to the speech as always polarizing and deliriously hopeful of our ruler, after seeing the happy faces of the attendees, after seeing the credulity and illusion at the claim that corruption had already ended, I realized clearly that the nightmare is not over and that everything can still be much worse.
Psychologist
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Psychologist, host, writer, commentator for Grupo Fórmula.
Reference-www.eleconomista.com.mx