Tug of war
I want to write; I don’t want to write. That tug-of-war has
extended all through my days: I’m tired, I’m hyper; I’m starving, yet nothing
sounds appealing; I’m bored, but don’t want to do anything. I want to get out
of here, but I’m scared to leave the house. Even the chores are in conflict.
Laundry sits in the basket until a new load needs doing, an endless yin-yang
cycle of darks and lights. I start and stop and finish nothing. It reminds me
of the few times I’ve driven a stick-shift car: the grinding gears, the
stalling, the panic and praying, all that herky-jerky just to get to the next
red light.
Mostly, I feel like I am wandering around in a stupor—some
sort of delirium. And the rain doesn’t help at all.
I go to the fridge too often, hoping some magical
food-fairy has filled it. Digging around is depressing: a wrinkly tomato and
suspicious-looking cheese. Despite buying two-weeks’ worth of food last time,
in ten days we’re already down to the dregs.
I’m not using this downtime well. I’m not learning German or
ukulele, or making sourdough starter. I’m not exercising, or writing anything
besides these viralries. I think what I’m doing is a sort of mourning: I liked
my life as it was. The few things I wanted to improve about myself require
public spaces and social gatherings, so I am leaning towards giving up self-improvement.
All winter, I had my moments of being too much of a loner-hermit-homebody, and
I would say to myself, “I really should get out more.” It almost makes me
laugh.
The sun just came out. Time for a morale march.
Hope the walk was good! - Heather
ReplyDeleteClassic cabin fever with a dose of pandemic panic. I'm not there yet but I can feel it creeping in around the edges. Trying hard to stay busy but living alone adds another layer to the whole thing. No hugs, no one to play Scrabble with. I'm hoping that it becomes a bit easier as time goes on, for everyone, but I know that the endless parade of cooking and dishes is driving some women around the bend. Take care. Take more walks. Count brushing your teeth before 2pm as an accomplishment. I don't know...
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