So, my dear fellows, I do believe I’ve got some words back in stock. I’m not quite sure exactly how many words I’ve gotten back over the past couple of months but some, for sure. Let’s hope I’ve re-stocked enough of them. I guess this has been an overwhelming year for the majority of us. Mind-bogglingly weird for the lot of us, without a doubt.
Can you believe that we’re part of a huge historical event? I thought about it the other day, how I’ve always thought about history as a thing that passes through, over, and under us, without us really paying any attention to it. I don’t believe that the people living through the 15th, 16th, and 17th century was like ’oh, this is gonna be the renaissance one day, you know!’ for example. Nah.
But 2020 has certainly felt like a historical event. Wouldn’t you agree? Like a true historical event, something that people will remember and talk about for a long, long time. Then again, we might just be that unlucky that this is just the first pandemic of many. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that’s not the case.
A historical event – or time – for sure, but when I lay in bed for an extra three hours, unable to get up, not because of any illness but because it felt like the world had suddenly fallen down on me, weighing me down into the mattress as if I was a piece of microwaved marshmallow, that was not what it felt like.
It didn’t feel like a historical event when I suddenly jumped into a store shelf because I desperately wanted to avoid walking into a group of kids, who absolutely did not care about any virus.
And it didn’t feel like a historical time when I realised I’d come halfway down a bottle of wine with my sweatpants still clinging onto my legs and calling it an after work – with my dog and a bottle of hand sanitiser for company. (Where was my gf?? Maybe in the shower? See, I can’t even remember. The months blur together.)
Things went dark for a while and I’m sure many of you have felt this too. I’m sure, for many of us, the dark times will linger for quite some time. In Sweden, the expectancy for the virus climax is that it will hit us somewhere between right now and sometime over Christmas.
They delivered the news as if it was inevitable as if humans are so predictable that for sure the culmination of covid-19 is gonna happen. And, I mean, who can blame them? They tell us not to travel and we still simply have to go to our beach house in a warmer country or to our mountain cabin to go downhill skiing. They tell us to stay home when we don’t feel well but the pressure for staying employed is just too heavy to ignore.
Did this get dark pretty quick?
I definitely need to make a happier post about hobbies I’ve picked up during this year. They are quite a few, I’m not gonna lie. Plants as always, of course, but also cooking, knitting and, hey, I’m even trying to play the harmonica. Oh yes.