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One hundred and a lot of days

 


What's your quarantine routine like?


161 days later, I know the world has indeed moved on from the pandemic, yet here I am, talking about it after 23 weeks (feels like 934 weeks, uurrrgghhh). I get asked "So what are you up to?" almost every other day and my handy reply is "Well, I'm living and breathing."

Okay well, living things breathe and feed and do those MR NIGER D thingy, although there's not a lot of movement (I'm stuck in my bedroom cell 28/30 days a month), growth(I'm still 5'7 and all round flattened) or reproduction (well, mating isn't permitted yet) going on in my life at the moment. And clearly I'm not dead, so that strikes off the D. The "I" should be emboldened though, because I am soo irritable, but we don't want to talk about that now.

Is this a whine about being stuck at home and being helpless about it, without any moral lesson at the end? Hell yes. Should I shut up and accept it? Well, I did that for you know...one hundred and an endless number of days!


Get a certification, develop a hobby, do something to rejuvenate your soul! Yeah, they told me too. I did try, trust me. But I dropped out of Coursera and yoga hurt me once and my soul died.

So here I am, telling you that I've been utterly useless for the past 5 months and I don't intend to do anything about it. Oh, I'm still as skinny as a BET model (at least that's what I like to think of myself), and nonetheless wiser.

Some days, I gaze into nothingness and wish I had burning passion to become the next creative with a hundred million dollars in the bank, but I end up sleeping and taking the daydream into a nightdream. 

My brain even composes Grammy worthy ween ween at 2 AM every night, so trust me, I've moved on from being the only human in quarantine (clearly y'all have left COVID behind).


How about you? How's the big belly coming along? Are you still in quarantine or have you also, like me, moved on to the greater things, like focusing on feeding and breathing?



-Siyah

Special shout-out to my favourite human for making me write about my grumble here, on the big internet. 

Comments

  1. UnknownAugust 21, 2020 2:19 PM

    I was laughing all through!

    Nice one Qetsiyah!

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  2. UnknownAugust 21, 2020 2:37 PM

    Ji, you are really indeed wierdooo. Funny write up. Can't stop laughing to MR NIGER D of Ji. Com. Prolific

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  3. YouthfulperspectivesAugust 21, 2020 2:55 PM

    The way you flow seamlessly, the Mr Niger D idea, just how come. You have range mehn. I was laughing and picturing all along...😂😂. Great piece for real.

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  4. QetsiyahAugust 22, 2020 2:22 PM

    Thank you.

    Glad you could laugh 😅

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