Michael

Writer Diary: The Wannabe

The pandemic came like a cold splash of water in the face after partying all night. Nobody outside of the government could have anticipated the debilitating vice grip it would have on the world and all the functions that kept society moving. We went from packing ourselves into crowded subway cars like eager sardines, to posting videos of us yelling at people to back up and give us 6ft of social distancing. We were not ready for this sudden demand for change and what it meant to our own private lives. This didn’t just shake up the workplace but has shifted the minds of every employee and employer. Businesses are now wondering if they need to have so many people on payroll and the employees are wondering if this job feeds their desire to feel purposeful in their existence. Relationships are being challenged as we near the 4-month mark, if they haven’t already been destroyed, and personal images have been shattered. That is where my problem is, self-realization of how I have procrastinated my way to the brink of oblivion and now must pull myself from the edge of obscurity and failure. Harsh words, I know, but this stay at home edict has made me have to face the lazy and often negative version of myself more directly than just a simple nod of acknowledgement in the mornings before work.