My birthday is eight days from now, which seems absolutely bananas. It feels sort of fake in the way everything feels sort of fake right now and has for a few years, and it’s not helped by the fact that 31 is a pretty nothing age to turn. I turned 29 the week that lockdowns began in earnest in the US; I was abroad at the time and had to scuttle back, and it was anxiety-producing and weird and then of course everything got worse. It feels like in the US our present moment is I guess as good as it’s going to get, which is to say awful. It is so hard to tell anymore if I’m being unreasonable for keeping the disease boundaries that I have, if this is what things are just going to be like. (And of course it feels somewhat small and selfish to be worried about this at all, given Everything Else Everywhere.)
Emchap's Shit from the Internet 03/2/22 🍠
Emchap's Shit from the Internet 03/2/22 🍠
Emchap's Shit from the Internet 03/2/22 🍠
My birthday is eight days from now, which seems absolutely bananas. It feels sort of fake in the way everything feels sort of fake right now and has for a few years, and it’s not helped by the fact that 31 is a pretty nothing age to turn. I turned 29 the week that lockdowns began in earnest in the US; I was abroad at the time and had to scuttle back, and it was anxiety-producing and weird and then of course everything got worse. It feels like in the US our present moment is I guess as good as it’s going to get, which is to say awful. It is so hard to tell anymore if I’m being unreasonable for keeping the disease boundaries that I have, if this is what things are just going to be like. (And of course it feels somewhat small and selfish to be worried about this at all, given Everything Else Everywhere.)