As a poetry writer, I am doing something ambitious tonight. I am deciding to write a long piece, probably something that is not poetry. I am currently sitting on the floor of my apartment, using my couch as a tabletop desk. This is something new. Never have I done this.
Earlier, I had just spent the better part of an hour watching how-to videos on tips-and-ticks to make a passive income. This is something I have caught myself doing multiple times throughout my life. No matter what, they always feel like a pyramid scheme disguised as a techy nerd. He is probably wearing Warby Parker glasses and has cuffed his pants to reveal socks with some sort of colorful pattern. His blind confidence is both stupid, and oddly attractive.
But, I digress.
As I write this, we are in the middle of the coronavirus pandemic, which has touched many of our lives in senseless and egregious ways. While I try to seek levity through silver linings, I know that there are those of you who are dealing with much more than the rest of us. I am thinking of you. I would bake you a cake if I could, but I am talentless in a post-Covid world.
This has been painfully clear to me in these surreal moments. left my job in sales a few years ago to explore an interest in food service. I have been a server for a little over two years, and for the better half of this past year, I was working every day (7 days a week), roughing it. Los Angeles is an expensive city! When time is available, I write or explore other interests. Otherwise, I am a server, and I am good at it. But, through this pandemic, I was furloughed from one gig and had my hours reduced from the other. Businesses are permanently closing.
Besides that time that I made Dalgona coffee, I often let projects collect dust as I move onto other projects. I drank the Dalgona coffee, if that wasn’t clear.
Other than that, I can’t think of much I can do for myself. Actually, I lied.
I can finish a whole lot of television very quickly. If you started watching RuPaul’s Drag Race a year or two ago, the first six seasons are on Hulu right now, which is a great education on what has made the show become so sickening. There’s also the second season of Dead To Me, What We Do in the Shadows;I finally binged Fleabag. Phoebe Waller-Bridge is pure gold, especially with those quick, fourth-wall breaking looks to the camera.
In that spirit, I am looking at you. What have you done during this era of WTF? There are no wrong answers. Unless you say that you binged My Strange Addiction, cause if that’s the case, then you’re a sicko.
Now, I have to go and take my fourth coffee enema of the day. Too-de-loo!