Getting squirrelly, Folks?
Yes. It’s getting a bit weird. People are coming untethered. People are starting to snap. Many people are in big trouble financially. People are sick. People are dying. People are trying to save and help people. People are showing up for people. Some people are in a good bubble, some in a bad bubble.
Some people are doing okay. They are doing fine. I am fine. I am lucky. I am grateful to be in the position I’m in. I can forget why this is all happening some days because my quality of life is fine. Good, even. It’s weird how quickly I adapted to wearing a mask, spacing myself, standing far from people I am talking to on the street on a walk, staying at home, mostly.
I have to remind myself to extend my mind and empathy to the situation in our hospitals and all the people tirelessly trying to help in the midst of the viral shitshow of death. I also have to remember to extend my gratitude to people who are just doing jobs that sustain what we have left of our way of life and our survival. THANK YOU!
I’m selfish. I get lost in myself and my immediate reality. A few days ago I tweeted, ‘It’s still okay to just drive around with no destination for a few hours on a beautiful day, right?’
OMFG. It started a divisive Twitter shit storm of reactions that ranged from ‘NO! IF YOU GO OUT AND GET IN AN ACCIDENT YOU DRAW RESOURCES FROM PEOPLE WHO NEED THE MEDICAL ATTENTION FOR COVID!’ to ‘Fuck yeah, man! You have to get out for your sanity!’ Which is why I wanted to go.
It’s a reasonable reading not to go out unless you need essential services. I get it. I ended up just driving to the supermarket by way of the 101 then the PCH back up the 10 to the 110 over to the 5. I needed to go to the supermarket.
I know. I’m a monster.
I’m grateful to my vet and the people that work there. I had to bring monkey in for a steroid shot for his asthma. I parked around back, called reception, someone came out and grabbed him, gave him the shot, I paid on the phone, they brought him back out. I didn’t need to see a doctor but if I did, they were consulting in the parking lot. Monkey is doing better.
This week I have my first two face to face talks with six feet between us with Taylor Tomlinson today and, coincidently, her boyfriend Sam Morrill on Thursday. Both funny comics with unique stories.
Enjoy!
Love,
Maron