Watching people cheer and clap at the Royal Wedding reminded me of my clinical depression: the utter lack of enthusiasm for other people’s enthusiasm.

I had walked into a room to wait for my daughter to finish her dance lesson, expecting to see parents staring at their phones, but instead they were staring at a large screen on the wall. It took me a couple of seconds to realise what was going on and then I shook my head in the direction of my wife in the most exaggerated way possible, with bulging eyes and everything. At one point the pictures went missing and someone loudly moaned, ‘But we won’t see the kiss!’ I wanted to cry, but not for the same reason as everyone else. I started reading about Michael Haneke, as you do, and this quote amused me:

“Consider the pigeon just a pigeon…There are lots of pigeons in Paris.”
—On the meaning of pigeons in his movies

Consider the wedding just a wedding, consider the kiss just a kiss, consider me an absolute misery.

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