In quarantine, you realize who you are. Steeped in the onion burrito scent of your own B.O., staring into a party sized bag of Cheetos, you’re forced to deal with your dark night of the soul. Who are you without the structure forced on you by your boss, your dad, your boyfriend, your gynecologist? You question everything you ever stood for and everything you believe!!! WHO ARE YOU?!
On the bright side of things, depending on your situation, self-quarantine might be good for you. The way an apple cider vinegar cleanse might be good. Or a colonoscopy.
It’s times like these that force me to come to terms with how many of my usual daily activities are unnecessary and frivolous. To decide what activities to keep and purge. Without the outside world interrupting your thoughts every five minutes to ask what size latte you want or what your major was in college, you can think.
This is the chance to discover how much of your daily schedule is dictated by the needs or wants of others. To find out whether you’re human waste waiting to be picked up and disposed of in what Mom, Boyfriend, or Janie from accounting has deemed your proper place. Or if you’re human waste that can sort itself!
Being a writer has made me a pro at being confined to one place for long stretches of time, but no more than a few weeks. The possibilities of extended isolation are endless and I’m looking forward to examining the results of this grand experiment. What a dream!
I could become anorexic or fat. Go so long without brushing my teeth that my throat hurts from the tongue residue. Realize which people I really miss and who doesn’t miss me at all. I may not be able to leave my apartment, but these are the psychological trips that money just can’t buy!
That said, over the last month my usual existential dread has transformed into a focused pandemic-dread, with not much room for self-reflection. Every once in a while between reading COVID-19 tweets, my throat will start to burn like there’s ash in it, and I’ll swear it’s coronavirus creeping, when really it’s just allergies that come with the miracle of spring.