A Quarantine Journal Entry

Today is Tuesday. I have run out of text friends. My main squeeze is out of town.

I deleted all my dating apps so swiping is not much of an option.

I have like 3 friends I text when I am bored. They are all onto me.

Lastly, I’ve unlocked my phone for the 67th time today and scrolled all the way to the end and back. Current state of my apps:

  • All emails read
  • All messages read, responded, and followed up.
  • WhatsApp current, no red sign on the green icon.
  • ESPN has no new news.
  • YouTube TV has no live games yet.
  • Medium, it is.

So I figured I’d write something since that often tends to feel like mental shower. It stinks up there.

I’m thinking maybe I should pray, but I don’t know what the problem is. I think I’m just bored. I feel like He will refer me to 2020 manual. “All things work together for good” and “long suffering is a fruit of the Spirit.”

Anyways, I think I’ll holla at Him once I fix this boredom thing.

Oh, I’m technically supposed to be working, so please don’t tell my co workers. They think I am available. Technically I am, I think my slack is green but mentally, let’s just say — I’m unfit to complete a task.

Yesterday, I said today will be better. So I won’t lie about tomorrow but then, why do you think everyone is optimistic about 2021? Too much thinking. Wait, yeah, I remember! Someone told me the quarantine was only gonna last for 2 months and things will be back to normal soon. Let me do the math, 9+ > 2.

Let’s make a deal. I won’t ask you when normal returns, and you won’t tell me when things will be straight. If somebody speculates one more time, I’m just gonna call 911 on my future self.

Tomorrow’s forecast: same as today except maybe get more work done.

The End.

I’m an aspiring story teller that is learning to let stories tell their own morals. You’ll find me where Faith-Tech-Art meet.