SInce this is a quiet, safe space, I can now confess that the outbreak of COVID-19 can be traced to the exact moment I told my therapist that I think I’m mostly OK as long as I have a fairly steady stream of things to look forward to.
I’m nearly as guilty of this as anyone, I suppose. But amidst all the panic and sadness and worry on Monday, I couldn’t help but notice that people were actually speaking for themselves on the Internet. Now, of course, it’s back to sharing something George Takei said or Stephen Colbert or whoever this Patton Oswalt is, or reposting a picture that came out of some grief labaratory somewhere. I won’t say it was a good thing, because it was born out of sorrow and fear. But…it doesn’t have to be.
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When I was in high school, every year the senior class had to trudge out to the football bleachers and pose for a class picture. You were allowed, encouraged even, to bring signs (yes, mine was an index card that said “If you can read this you’re standing too close”, ho ho ho). For years, for some reason, some seniors brought a sign that said, in its entirety, “STEVIE NICKS”. I wonder if anyone still does that. I wonder if any current high school kids know who Stevie Nicks is. I wonder if high school kids are even allowed to make their own signs anymore.