Do you remember mid-March? Oh, those were the days. Stockpiling two weeks of toilet paper like we’d only be trapped inside for AT MOST three weeks, and posting photos of our medicare bread. What a time. Now, five months into what is either definitely the home stretch or the beginning of our lives hermetically sealed in our apartments for the rest of forever, this whole experience has become a little less novel. Here are twelve things that are way less cute five months into the endless quarantine.
- Sourdough Starter: The sourdough starter may have died, but something in there is alive, purple, and growing. I don’t think it would be happy if I tried to bake it.
- Avoiding People on the Sidewalk: I would trade my big toe to casually bump into a stranger without fear.
- Zoom Backgrounds: No amount of pretending to be on the Death Star during video conferences will suppress the desire to force-choke anyone who requires cameras to be on for every meeting.
- Drinking Alone: FaceTime happy hour turns into private sad five-hour and it is ~not chill~ anymore.
- Baking as Therapy: Eating your feelings is not sustainable for this much time with this many feelings to eat. I have gout.
- Donald Trump being President: lol remember when Republicans were like, “OMG shut up it’s not like he’s going to kill everyone. Remember when Obama wore a tan suit?” Well I hate to say we told you so but 163,000 people are dead and this is not a joke and it never was a joke jesus christ. Get this man into a retirement home where he can spend time with his favorite person, woman, man, camera, and TV.
- Retail Therapy: The only thing less fun than getting fat and sad is getting fat, sad, and poor.
- Not Being in Crowds: I will pay you to graze my ass like we’re in a cramped space just so I can feel something, anything.
- Cutting Your Own Hair: U-G-L-Y you ain’t got no alibi YOUR HAIR IS FUCKED UP.
- Working on the Couch: BRB Googling, “Can you develop scoliosis by sitting hunched forever?”
- Living in a State of Perpetual Panic: Hahah is this literally ever going to end? No, seriously. Someone tell me. This was cute when it was all like, “We’re all in this together, let’s all applaud for the working poor being forced to risk their health or starve.” (Editor’s note: This was not cute.) Now though, I’m about one more stalled relief bill from flying to DC and spitting directly into Mitch McConnell’s mouth to finally get results on whether I have COVID on a reasonable timeline. Remember when you would debate with your friends on who would last longest in a zombie apocalypse? Well it’s not me, and it would be pretty nifty if we don’t have to put those theories to the test.
- Not Going into the Office: JK this one still rules. You fuckers will never see me in-person again if I have anything to say about it. Deuces.
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