But then you have it. And the anxiety doesn’t vanish. Because the airfryer doesn’t cook for you. It doesn’t choose the menu. It doesn’t wash itself.
Ya tengo mi airfryer… ¿Ahora qué? (Lecciones de Sabina Banzo sobre la ansiedad y el brillo)
Now go make some patatas bravas. And when the timer beeps, ask yourself: What’s next? Not for the fryer. For you. ¿Te ha pasado? ¿Compraste algo que creíste que cambiaría tu vida y luego te quedaste con el "ahora qué"? Cuéntame en los comentarios.
For the uninitiated, Sabina Banzo is a Spanish psychologist and author who went viral not for selling a course on happiness, but for naming the quiet terror behind the airfryer. In her brilliant, razor-sharp essay (and subsequent interviews), she dismantles the idea that buying a gadget—or any external object—will fill the internal gap. Ya tengo mi airfryer- -ahora que - Sabina Banzo...
And then… silence.
Sabina Banzo didn’t ruin the airfryer for us. She saved us from the next ten useless purchases. She gave us language for the post-achievement blues.
Banzo argues that we don’t actually want the crispy french fries. What we want is certainty . We want control . We want to believe that the next purchase will be the one that organizes our life, saves us time, and makes us the person we swore we’d be in January. But then you have it
You still have to decide what to do with it.
It’s funny because it’s true. We spend weeks—sometimes months—obsessing over the purchase. We watch the unboxing videos. We compare the liters, the watts, the presets. Finally, the cardboard box arrives. We place the sleek, basket-shaped deity on our countertop. We touch its digital screen.
And that’s okay. Because you don’t need to be complete. You just need to cook dinner. It doesn’t choose the menu
If you’ve been on Spanish-speaking social media in the last year, you’ve seen the meme. You’ve felt the existential crisis wrapped in domesticity. The phrase hits you like a cold draft from the freezer: “Ya tengo mi airfryer… ahora qué.”
The void stares back. The airfryer sits there, powerful and mute, asking: “What is your purpose?”