Kreuzberg Consultant Claims He’s “Coming Down” After Learning His Personality Was Just Weed and Acid
At 8:12 a.m. Tuesday in a meeting room off Kottbusser Damm, a 43-year-old discovered his “core values” were a side effect—and asked HR for harm reduction.
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On Tuesday at 8:12 a.m., Fabian Keller, 43, sat in a glass-walled meeting room at a co-working office on Kottbusser Damm 79 and told a career coach he was feeling “emotionally bald.” Fifteen minutes later, he was reportedly staring at his own LinkedIn headshot as if it were evidence.
Keller—currently listed as a “Senior Narrative Consultant” for a mobility startup based near Moritzplatz—had booked a 90-minute session advertised on a flier as Personality Alignment for Post-Creatives. The session, held by coach Alina Schäfer, 34, escalated when she asked Keller to “name three things that make you you.”
“He said, ‘I’m curious, empathetic, and I dislike authority,’” Schäfer told The Wedding Times. “Then he paused and asked if those were traits or just residual chemistry from his twenties. He said it with the same tone men use when they find out their beard oil is mostly marketing.”
According to Schäfer’s written summary—later forwarded to building reception by mistake—the breakthrough occurred at 8:47 a.m., when Keller listed his defining life experiences as: ‘one summer of weed,’ ‘two years of acid,’ and ‘a complicated situationship with “Berlin,” conceptually.’ He allegedly looked at a flip chart and said, “So I’m not authentic, I’m just the aftertaste.”
Witnesses report a “controlled collapse,” plus HR-related paperwork
Colleagues on the office’s third floor described Keller’s reaction as professional but visibly loose at the joints.
“He kept trying to do a deep dive into his childhood, but everything he said looped back to a festival near Müggelsee in 2004,” said Niklas Reimann, 29, who works two desks away. “He was asking whether his opinions are real or just an old trip still buffering.”
At 9:22 a.m., Keller reportedly filed an internal ticket via Slack requesting “temporary accommodations for acute selfhood shortage.” The request included a list of coping strategies: chamomile tea, silence, and “a firm hand on reality.”
The startup’s people team, reached by phone at 11:05 a.m., confirmed only that “an employee has requested non-toxicological support” and that “the company takes all personal discoveries seriously, provided they can be scheduled in 30-minute blocks.”
From Kreuzberg to Wedding: consequences extend past the co-working bubble
By early afternoon, the episode had spilled out of Kreuzberg and into Wedding, where Keller was seen at 2:18 p.m. at a small Turkish bakery on Müllerstraße, buying a plain roll “like a man doing penance,” according to staff.
“He asked if we had something with no concept,” said Emine Yilmaz, who works the counter. “I offered him sesame. He stared at it like it might have meaning.”
Later, at 3:03 p.m., Keller entered a chain pharmacy near Leopoldplatz and asked the clerk for vitamins “for moral clarity.” He left with magnesium and a surprisingly expensive facial moisturizer.
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Dr. Susanne Hartwig, a clinical psychologist with an office near Mehringdamm, said Keller’s realization is “not uncommon” among aging Berliners who confuse a chemical era with character.
“Some people think they contain multitudes,” she said. “Often, they contain a playlist, one roommate memory, and a philosophically inconvenient emptiness. It’s very Walter Benjamin: the aura is gone, and what’s left is the reproduction—just in better lighting.”
By 6:40 p.m., Keller had reportedly replaced his phone wallpaper with a blank gray screen. Asked why, he answered, “I’m trying to meet myself without the filters. It’s harder than swallowing the truth.”
Schäfer, the coach, remains optimistic.
“He’s starting small,” she said. “Tonight he said he’s going to Tresor without using it as a personality statement—just a normal night, no metaphors. I told him that’s brave. Or reckless. In Berlin those are basically synonyms.