It seems COVID-19 is forcing us all to “take breaks” from normal life. It’s not much of a break though, considering anxiety is high and the mundane activities we all took for granted up until this past weekend have been called into question.
We’re prisoners of our own homes — at least that’s how social distancing quarantine feels. But we can try to be positive as we live through our devices for the next however many weeks.
Writing is therapy, right? Our Arts Editor Mary Grace Ritter would agree with me. At least, as a writer, it is. And that writing, documenting my day, helped me realize: it’s okay to cry; to lay in bed and stare at the walls while you listen to music; to watch multiple Instagram Live sessions in a day. It’s okay to take a break from taking a break.
Wednesday, 3:19 p.m. Created a Google Doc and changed the font to Times New Roman in preparation for Rambling.
Thursday, 10:40 a.m. Woke up to a phone call from my best friend.
11:18 a.m. Attempted drawing. I’ve been seeing more “tagging games” happening on Instagram — a fun, albeit perhaps outdated, way to connect as a virtual community. For example, one of my pals tagged me in a story to draw an opossum better than she did. To occupy five minutes of my time, I drew the little creature on my screen and sent it back to her.
11:22 a.m. Watched Easy Life’s Oliver “Olly” Cassidy, the band’s drummer, host an Instagram Live. He introduced his fluctuating 700 viewers to a new beat he had been working on and answered questions, including a marriage proposal from one viewer to which he said, “Probably not, unfortunately.” The alternative band is going live every day at 4:20 p.m. London time to have a “general chin wag.”
we’re going to be going live on instagram at 4:20 every day, sing some songs, cook some food and have a general chin wag. maybe this will brighten up your day a little bit. stay safe and see you all at 4:20 xxxxx
— easy life (@easylife) March 18, 2020
11:45 a.m. Began texting when Cassidy couldn’t figure out how to start a conjoined Instagram Live with indie artist Gus Dapperton. After some time, they figured out the technology, and told their 1,000-some viewers they’d make an “isolation collaboration” — exactly what the world needs in these trying times.
12:30 p.m. Put on my most comfortable jeans — thrifted vintage Levi’s, if anyone was curious — with a belt I’ve never worn. I’m not leaving the house, why not test it out?
12:32 p.m. Marveled at the growth of my String of Pearls plant. After a month of owning it, I came to my senses and Googled its proper care. I now know to water it only once a month, and when I went to open my curtains, I couldn’t help but feel an unabashed sense of glowing pride. I can grow a plant.
12:40 p.m. Decided it would be a good idea to eat something. Oatmeal with honey it was.
12:53 p.m. Wondered where one of my wooden cooking spoons disappeared to.
2:02 p.m. Read a Chicago Tribune report about what life in shelter-in-home isolation could look like, and avoided having my anxiety shoot through the roof.
2:34 p.m. Sprawled in bed and stared at the walls. “Grind” by Les Sins played through my AirPods and I focused on nothing but its beat. That was pleasant.
3:08 p.m. Tuned in to yet another Instagram Live, this time by Benji Cormak of indie duo slenderbodies. It seems more celebrities and artists are taking to Instagram to get face-time with fans, and as someone who greatly misses the thrill of live sets and meeting artists, there’s solace in seeing your favorite musicians on your phone screen.
3:46 p.m. Allowed the shedding of a few tears to commend at this minute. We can’t pretend crying isn’t cathartic, especially when the sky cries with us.
4:25 p.m. Thought about how absolutely miserable life would be without music. “Shake Your Lonely” by Twin Peaks resonated so deeply. “Hey boy / Why you so down / … / It’s gonna, be gonna, be gonna, be gonna be good” echoed the very sentiment I’d been idling on for days, yet trying not to dwell on too much. Like everyone else, I miss my loved ones, but I’ve never been more thankful for FaceTime and texting.
6:37 p.m. Attempted to figure out how to satisfy the intense craving for comfort food without knowing what food I was in the mood for. In a time when the tender loving care of an impeccable Small Cheval burger is much-needed, the restaurants are closed and not respondent to my email or Facebook message.
8:14 p.m. Finished scrolling through social media and gave myself another annoying headache.
8:17 p.m. Opened Hulu and turned on “High Fidelity” to finally finish it. @ManReppeller launched an initiative on Instagram via the hashtag #goingnowherebutfuckitimgettingdressed. Zoe Kravitz’s outfits in “High Fidelity” are major inspiration for this quarantine fashion mindset.
11:41 p.m. Finished “High Fidelity.” I’ll give it a 6/10.