the life and times

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 25, 2020

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I'm a fourteen-year-old girl living in Southern California. What does this mean?
This means we can check all the fourteen-year-old girl things off the list. Naivety? Check. Ignorance? Check. Self-pity? Double-check. I've got these blinders on, and they don't let me see beyond my small little home and my small little family and my small little life. The outside world is a blur. Time is no longer passing, days no longer make sense. We're in the longueur of a novel, just waiting for it to be over. Sitting and waiting and ignoring.
In other words, we're totally fine.
Life is not great right now. It has not been great, because how could it? How could life be good when all you do is sit on the floor eating week-old cake and watching that one YouTube video of a cat on a piano on loop for two hours straight? We have this idea that alone time and solitude is such a wonderful, satisfying thing. And in the first month or so, it's everything you hope for--calming, quiet, as if the world has shut off and you are the only one that matters. Staying home? No school? A mental break from social interaction? Yes, please!
Unfortunately, and we've all learned this from experience, you cannot shut the world off for too long or else it makes you want to explode.
It's a very empirical thing. We learn to live with it, to fake productivity and force the world to keep spinning in spite of the fact that the gears are jammed. "What did you do today?" "I knitted a scarf to add to the twenty-seven that I already own." There's no rhyme or reason to what we've been doing--we just do it.
So I think the main thing is that the definition of "okay" has changed. Having an "okay" day essentially means--woohoo!--you didn't cry that day. Having a good day means that you went to sleep happy. Having a great day would mean the lockdown had ended. Clearly, that hasn't happened yet.
Okay, maybe there are better ways to spend our time. Maybe there are ways to look at this situation and see not a place to be waiting, but a chance to be better. An open door--you just have to squint to see it. Maybe this is an opportunity for learning and growing and trying new things, for embracing difficult times and learning to be better despite them. Because of them.
When I stumbled upon this article, I was entranced. Let me help in any way I can. I have no money to give, but words cost nothing and in this case they are more priceless than anything else. And maybe I'm just faking the productivity again. Doing something to make myself feel better, a pity party for my soul.
But at least it's accomplished something. At least we're getting somewhere. At least, however small this action is, it's a foot in the right direction.
Next maybe I can find the cure for COVID.
I'm just kidding, I'll probably go find the piano-playing cat again. It's just so dang cute.


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