Wow, would you look at that. Day forty.
What does that mean other than less than fifty?
That’s going to be the one that really hits anyway; fifty.
Right now we’re just in the little middle-ground that stands between us and a solid piece of gold.
Well, not gold.
It’s not fifty years. Though at some points it may feel like that.
I’m sorry to say that it feels as though maybe the novelty of this whole thing has become lost to me.
The first couple of days weren’t so bad.
Sure, I was frustrated at losing my job, and that my classwork was becoming that much more difficult to focus on due to being now the teacher and the student.
But things like Zoom calls and hosting live streams were becoming a normal that I was enjoying.
Comedians were pulling all-nighters having joke writing sessions with their friends over Instagram live, and movies were being released straight to Netflix that I’d have had to pay twenty bucks to see if things were the way that they were before.
Hell, Animal Crossing had just come out and I was devoting far too much time staring at my little character in the game-world collecting rocks and bugs to give to an Owl that curated a museum. (The novelty of that game has slightly worn off on me too. I haven’t even picked up my Switch today. (Not to say that the day is done. I’ll get to it.))
I was staying away from other people and taking the precautions that I was told to take, and figured everyone else was doing the same. You know, for their health.
Then the news started to come in, and the numbers started to drop.
Things became real.
The days got bad.
I stopped writing and focusing on my courses became even more difficult.
Reading became a chore.
Waking up became a chore.
What’s worse, I knew I wasn’t alone in that.
Friends all across the country started telling me how tired they were.
Then I lost contact with them all for a bit.
I was too tired to even pick up my phone.
Eventually, I came to understand this new normal of the current state of things.
And I figured out how to cope with it.
My depression and anxiety don’t love how this is all working out, but the brain that I store somewhere in my head started to speak to me and tell me that we’ll all come out of this on the other side eventually.
We just have to wait.
Take care of our friends and neighbors.
All get through this together.
Like I know that we can.
To quote the best film of all time itself: “We’re all in this together.”
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Micah Mabey
