Global Pandemic Update
Right after work, I went to the store and began shopping for goods that would last a while: soups, canned vegetables, meat, cheeses, bread (to freeze), etc... about $460 worth of food here. The line was enormous. It took me an hour to get through it. I was chatting with a nice lady next to me and joked about the line. A man tried to enter in front of us but we quickly pointed to the line behind him. I said "Yes, the line is back there".
He turned back. I looked at my new friend and said "I hate to be the crusher of dreams".
I brought Marion's old freezer out of the storage room in my apartment, cleaned it inside and out - still works! I put my meats and stuff into this bad boy. You can barely hear it when it runs.
I had never bought this much groceries before - only when Marion, George, and Theresa were still alive. I felt a little foolish but realized what would I do if they closed all stores? How long would the lines be if they re-opened? I call it my Strategic Cache. And no, I do not have hordes of toilet paper. They sold out that quickly.
It's not a horde because I plan on using these groceries over the next few months. I'm not scared of what is going on out side. I do fear for my mother, who isn't 100% healthy. I have no fear for myself anymore, nothing worse can happen. Even losing parents cannot compare to the loss. Not the same.
But I must move onward. She would have wanted me to. Infact, she told me a few months before she died. "I want you to be happy after I pass on" she said. I woudln't hear it. I started to tear up.
But I have to stop reliving those moments. It's not healthy. I've started streaming games in the evening on Twitch: twitch.tv/fluoroscope I play a few games, am usually crap at it, but it's fun.
I was sitting on the bench next to a young woman and her friend. She was wearing a backpack (small one) and was chatting with her friend and flipping videos or some tik tok shit. I have my head buried down on my phone, reading up the coronavirus reddit.
Suddenly, I feel a weight against me. She is leaning her back into me. I am too shocked to move. Why is she so casual about it? Conflicting thoughts run through my head. I reposition slightly but I feel her body lean on me more. I am confused. She gets up and goes to her stop. I am left wondering why?
Psychologically, when someone enters your intimate space, it is flight or fright. I froze up. I actually thought it would be rude to move. She certainly was attractive. This is the second time now a woman has physically encroached on my personal space. Whatever happened to social distancing?
I need a drink.
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