#2 Silent panic & text: Everyone seems to be doing well and I'm offended

Sunday.
Woke up at 6:43. By myself. No alarm. Just the body thinking sleep is a concept for others.

Made coffee. Stared out the window.
Opened Instagram.

There they are.
Families who love each other with such a glow that you start to suspect a filter or cult.
Children throwing frisbees in slow motion, with sun reflections that look directed by Ruben Östlund.
And in the middle of it all – a damn carrot cake, on a perfectly folded blanket, next to a thermos with a handwritten label: “Brewed with love” .
Someone has photographed it from above, put it in sepia, and written “Sunday 💛” as if life is a waiting room for Ernst Kirchsteiger's soul.

It's not coffee.
It is deliberate psychological abuse with gluten.

I've been wearing the same t-shirt since yesterday and just happened to reply "Thank you" to a notice from Klarna.

I haven't done anything sensible today.
But I have not sent passive aggressive emails to any customer either.
And the warehouse isn't burning. So... we'll take that as a win.

That should be enough.

🖤
/Niklas – awake, tired, in complete denial