Ways To Cope With Corona

I think what keeps me going in this “quaran-time,” there I go with the puns again, is the fact that it has an ending.

There will be a cure eventually, there will be an end point. Then I think to myself, what the hell will I complain about once this is over?

I have no plans tonight. Well, I had no plans for about 4 months and I was fine.

It’s raining. I will never drive to the gym in the rain or when it’s cloudy or when it’s partly cloudy. Or sunny, well, the gym is open at least.

There’s a long wait at the restaurant. Well, I can sit on the outdoor patio instead of grabbing my sandwich to go.

Chad/Brad blew me off. Karen from work doesn’t stop talking about her cat. The sky is blue. There was no sunset tonight. They ran out of my favorite eggplant hummus at Trader Joes. Trader Joes ran out of cauliflower gnocchi. Starbuck’s coffee tastes like gasoline. Starbucks, enough said.

Restaurants that we took for granted, like a good Denny’s burger at 3:00 in the morning, will taste better than ever.

Hot dog stands, let me say it one more time for the foreign haters in the back, the hotdog stand outside of Davey Waynes. I miss you baby.

Sitting down at a restaurant, having a nice cocktail, enjoying a view, peering out at the Los Angeles crowd, watching tourists in awe of LA, getting hit on by mid-life crisis men, while downing bottomless mimosas. The dream, ladies and gents.

Travel. Oh, travel. I google flights all the time just to check prices. Now, I plan for post-quarantine. I dream of flying to London than to Cape Town and meeting a variety of hot foreign men, just to mostly hear their stories.

I dream of actually meeting strangers and becoming able to shake their hands without having to sanitize after.

Menial things become dreams.

Somehow, my mood has leveled out during this crisis. I try not to panic, keep it slow cruising, with my anxiety at a spike around 1:00 AM where I suddenly develop COVID-19 symptoms.

Crisis increases when WebMD says I not only have corona but liver failure.

But I think my mood has been steady because I make a list of everything I want to do and appreciate more post-corona.

I look at this list and it gives me solitude.

Our problems used to be A, B, and C. But now we have discovered X, Y, Z, the worst part of the alphabet. We will soon put that alphabet together. We can make it through if we take it day by day but dream of a time where this is put to rest. Corona can go back in the shelf as 100 are stacked in the back of the liquor store where they belong.

When you feel depressed, write down your “corona resolutions.” Use this time to rejuvenate, because there’s so much of the world you need to see and for now, stay home.

Stay home and know there’s nothing much to do except brainstorm ways to make your life better. Use the future as a motivator.

Hater’s are no longer your motivators because they are at least 6 feet away.

2 comments

  1. Love the lines…

    Hot dog stands, let me say it one more time for the foreign haters in the back, the hotdog stand outside of Davey Waynes. I miss you baby.

    Crisis increases when WebMD says I not only have corona but liver failure.

    Hater’s are no longer your motivators because they are at least 6 feet away.

    Like

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