(about the 6th of may)
I had a strange moment, two days ago, before going sleep.
Our French neighbours were having their big election’s evening and of course, due to this close geographical situation of where I live – take a boat, cross the lake and there you are, in another country – we have been living their campaign as if it was our. In fact, there was as much energy put into following and debating about the choice they had to make as for our federal elections. So I had the opportunity to listen to the proclamation of the results, the happiness of the winners, the sadness of the losers, the clever comments and the stupid remarks of both camps.
At the same time, I was switching channels from hockey world championship held in the Nordic countries – it takes a medium-sized boat to go there – and NHL series game – it takes a really large boat to go there. Games were pleasant and when I heard the « since one year expected » results of the elections, It didn’t touch me more than that. Actually I didn’t have any favourite candidate and well it is their elections with their cultural / economical / religious situation, so no living it, I can’t say who’s right or wrong, who’s good who’s bad.
But the comments I heard were totally different : there is only one good and one bad, this for every side. And there is a winner and a loser, but not the same in each side. There is a disaster, a plague to come, an infinite desperation, a sadness of the soul for the future – or an incandescent energy for renewal, a mighty will of creation, a billion times miss universe happiness to come.
Clearly to me, there was only one thing : a clear wish for expression in both camps. And the only answer to all the fears of the future or the excitement of winning was a certain violence. All the shouts, on both sides were just asking and claiming : use our violence for whatever you think is right !
Watching hockey again, I felt like a massive distribution of penalties could have been the solution : 2 min for hooking, 2×2 for undisciplined boarding, and a game suspension for the « one meter from the glass nasty checks on the back of the neck ». The interest of those penalties is to be away from the game, to calm down and the most important to me : to trust your team and opponents in what they will do. I have doubts that hockey players think about the meaning of life at those moments – actually a movie about it could be interesting – and yes for some it is just like jail and they only wait to come back for their revenge.
I had hope that watching hockey would make me feel better, but actually the commentator was shouting on the players : yes when things don’t go the way you want, and in a world where “you worth everything”, how to deal with the frustration of just being a person with limited influence over the world vs the image of your “marketingself” where you are actively being defined as the one that can move the tides and change the rotation the planet ?
So was it, just the usual standard way of expressing the fear of losing control : violence.
For me, I tried to be positive : I turned the volume down, forgot about the elections, and decided to have faith in the players and that whatever would happen during the game. I knew they would shake hands at the end and just go on with the uncertainties of going to the second round or the conference finals, and most importantly that they would make sure hockey game will shine in the future.
So have I to admit..like a lot of people, I can barely skate and don’t always know if I prefer to handle the hockey stick with my right or left hand.