It’s hard to believe that we’re already 1/11th into the new year.
That is 9% for those of you who don’t care much for fractions (which is about 1/7th of you).
When 2021 started, we were all full of hope that it was the dawn of a brand new day, and that soon we could be ripping off our shackles and masks, and breathing the sweet air of freedom (while hopefully not developing any suspicious respiratory symptoms). But if any of us were any good at predicting the future, we would have all made a zillion bucks in the stock market by now.
Turns out, 2021 could have been entitled, “2020 IV: Son of 2020“, with the tag line, “Just when you thought it was safe to stop hoarding paper products …”
At any rate, here we are. Still masked up. Still holding our breaths around other people. Still hoarding weird things. And still only dressing from the waist up for Zoom meetings.
I have become something of a hermit since I started working from home in August. Full disclosure: I already had hermit tendencies before the pandemic scare rolled around. Suddenly, my preferences became mainstream. People began looking up to me as a role model (via webcam. of course).
I have had people ask me, “How do you do it? How do you stay home for weeks on end with no human contact?“
And my response is, “How do you NOT do it?“
Honestly, I find being around other people exhausting. I’m sure you’ve all seen those things pop up on your Facebook which is a picture of a beautiful cabin on a beautiful beach on a beautiful remote island with the caption, “For $1 million would you live here for one year with no phone, no internet, no one to keep you company?“
My answer is, “Hell yeah, but I don’t have a million dollars to pay you for it.“
If they’d lower the price to something more reasonable, I’d be all over it.
Anyway, be of good cheer. There are only 11 more months until 2022 is here.
Until then, feel free to continue hoarding with impunity.