Been toying with myself, how to put it through, maybe because I wasn’t being able to find the right word. But since like last couple weeks, I have seen people talking about their frustration, depression, anxiety and loneliness, for not being able to go home because of being quarantined. Some might have found a way to connect virtually and being engaged in other stuff, but that feeling, is artificial for them.
However, this social distancing is nothing new for me, and I’m kind off used to it, because my
childhood had been nomadic because we moved a hell lot due to my dad’s job and I wasn’t really a part of a society or a part of a band of people and had hard time fitting in with chumps that are a step ahead in studies or sports. And even right now I am maintaining social distance with a sister abroad, my brother-in-law, my friends and pretty much everyone, but I ain’t frustrated, ain’t no point in that. You know? I am just concerned with the thing that, when will things really get normal? The way it was before? Where I will be hanging with some friends having all those clunky junk foods cooked in a not so hygienic place and things that might give me an upset stomach, cholesterol and fats, the things I don’t give a shit about, grab some Coca Cola and fritters, and just have a good hang out?
I miss that old times, and all those fun, I miss traveling and just bored to death with this usual shit, but like I said, I’m used to it and this is nothing new, so I’m just going with the flow, along with it!
Maybe someday, things will get normal, and we will be sitting in some place awesome with some espressos and talking about some dumb shit, till then this is just a post card for ya’. Cheerio!
