Alternative title: I’m Really Over This Whole ‘Living Through A Major Historical Event’ Thing. Sponsored by my Carole Baskin-approved leggings and black plaid mask that signals to the world I still haven’t entirely outgrown my middle school emo phase.
Yes, two full years later and I’m dusting off this ol’ blog again. Nothing like a global pandemic to get the creative juices flowing, right?
Jokes aside, COVID-19/The Rona/Miss Rona/whatever moniker you prefer, has indeed inspired me to plop in front of my trusty keyboard Carrie Bradshaw-style once more.
As is the case with most major catastrophes, the outbreak has spawned a mixed goody bag of feelings within me – as I’m sure it has for you too, dear reader, unless you happen to be severely emotionally suppressed. It was the uncertainty, it was the powerlessness, it was the fear… and then I suppose I just witnessed one too many acquaintances mocking social isolation over St. Patrick’s Day. Cue a Boomerang of clanking cocktail cups amidst a crowded dive bar, captioned “how we like to social distance LOL.” LOL, indeed.
I decided I could either internalize my anxiety, rocking back and forth fetal-position in a dark corner, or I could write about it. Perhaps both, depending on whether my Thursday evening plans cleared up, but I should definitely write about it. It was probably time to see whether I was still capable of stringing a sentence together, anyway.
The objective of this two-part-ish (because you never know with me and my tangents) entry series will be to:
- Provide comfort for those of you who feel like there’s not enough Xanax in the world to quell your anxiety. And I promise to do this without once exclaiming, “We’re all in this together!”
- Present the Sparknotes version for the vast amounts of coronavirus information floating around. Purely because of who I am as a person, I’ve already spent 20,000 hours scouring every semi-related article and miscellaneous Danish research paper – so you don’t have to!
- Set the record straight on whether it’s kosher to still have your crew over for Settlers of Catan (spoiler alert: sorry buddy, that’s a no-go).
- Persuade you to stream Future Nostalgia by Dua Lipa, pop music’s savior.
Maybe if I’m feeling wild I’ll even throw in the occasional joke or two, who’s to say! I can’t promise anything Pultizer-worthy (alas, that would be my thorough investigation of “50 Subtle Red Flags in Men” circa 2016), but it will hopefully serve as a solid mental break in between playing eleven consecutive hours of Animal Crossing and stalking your high school ex’s LinkedIn profile. Stay tuned!
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