What is?

Sigh.

I don’t know what to write but I do know that I want to write something. I just don’t know what to put down.

It’s been a little over a month since my last one and since then, there really much going on in my life.

What the fuck is happening?

Nothing?

Nothing is happening in my life as we all are still in quarantine with no end in sight.

We are on day 148 of quarantine.

148 days.

Four months. Almost five.

Stuck at home.

Sigh.

Normal?

Definitely not normal, but it is the new new normal.

Sigh.

Hahaha.

What is life anymore?

What is normal?

Something different…I was kind of sexually harassed today.

It’s not offensive and it was a joke, but it felt good.

Some human interaction with a total stranger.

Something that is missing in my life at the moment as we’re quarantined from everyone.

I was leaving Vons and I about to leave the store and stopped and told the lady in front of me to go first. She said I can go first….” I like to watch them leave”..or something along those lines.

Hahaha. It was cheesy. It was stupid, but I don’t care.

I thanked her.

I laughed.

It was something.

It was different.

Along a similar vein. I’ve been seeing a meme that has been going around.

Men are so starved for attention that a single compliment. can from a girl can make the guy like the girl or the person giving the compliment.

It’s true.

I don’t think it necessary applies to me, but I think the point that I am trying to make is that we don’t get complimented that much.

We are starved.

For just something genuine.

Well, at least I am.

Yes. I am aware. I do know that my life, my seclusion is my own doing.

I’m a hermit.

Sue me.

Sigh.

New normal.

New normal.

Sigh.

The world is falling apart.

Chaos.

The Apocalypse.

Trumpocalypse.

The Orange One.

Fuck China.

Our world is regressing and its sad.

Very sad.

I can feel it.

That feeling.

My Old Friend is back again.

That weird tingy feeling.

It’s not the same feeling that I felt when I was younger, but this new adult friend feeling.

It’s different but the same.

Different but the same.

It is what it is

Fuck Trump.

Sigh.

I’m lost.

I don’t know where to go and what to do.

I don’t know what to write anymore.

Overall.

I’m not okay.

But I’m OKAY.

I’m a survivor and I’m okay.