The Perpetual Playlist
END OF DAYS
I hate the last two years of pandemic. I really think it’s going to be never ending. We all know there’s a new Covid variant out there: Omicron. It sounds like a Decepticon Transformer, but it’s not as funny.
I’m used to being in my house.
I’m used to Zoom meetings.
I’m used to being freaked out by seeing people’s mouths.
I’m used to being worried about going places.
I’m used to feeling this sense of sadness and grimness.
I’m used to sweatpants.
I just answered my door in period-stained sweatpants. I simply do not give a shit anymore.
And sometimes not giving a shit feels pretty great.
If you asked me today if I care about half the things I cared about pre-covid, I’d say no.
Now, I go out without makeup or doing my hair. I wear Uggs. I dye my own hair.
Do I care about these changes?
A hard no.
Should I have even cared about those things before? I don’t know.
I hate everything right now. I’m not sure what I know. I’m not sure what’s a no for me.
Today’s playlist is a mix of how I’m feeling today.
Plans are a joke. The will to do very much is a joke. I’m just going to live the best way I possibly can, and my expectations will remain low.
I’m sorry this newsletter is a bummer.
This mood will pass.
I’ll make fun of myself tomorrow.