It is weird to say it but I liked the May quarantine days. The quarantine that we have now stinks, but the quarantine in May was a dream. The quarantine that we have now consists of the regular schedule we would have in person. This new quarantine has a lot of homework with the added quarantine smell from only taking a shower once a week catching up to me. It sucks that I am still learning in quarantine. This is a pandemic! The “Pan” in pandemic means cooking food, not growing hungry while doing homework. I wish I had the luxury of the old quarantine.
Back then, it was good. Barely any homework, Zooms from 8:30 am to 12:30 pm, and time to play video games. Now those days have only left me with memories of the laziness I had. Yet, I also want the days where I can leave my house without a mask. The days where I could go to movie theaters and social events. If I could have that life as well I would not complain. But in the end, I am left with a lot of homework, a lot of screen time on zoom and a lot of missing things.
I like spending time with people. I don’t call myself an extrovert, but if I have one solid conversation in the morning, I can get through the day. However, I can’t talk to people. Now, it is not because of social distance or COVID-19. It is caused by an illness called “busy.” Every time I want to talk to my friends over the phone, all I hear is “Please leave a message after the beep.” It’s really weird. When I am busy doing homework or doing a chore and I hear my phone ring, I stop everything and feel happy that my friend called me. However, there are also times that I have my phone on mute and I miss a call. When I realize the sin I have done, I say a five-page essay on how sorry I am for having my phone on mute and that I will never do it again.
The more I write about my friends calling me, the more lonely I seem — which is false because I talk to plenty of people. My favorite people to talk to are the scam callers. They are really nice people who listen to everything you have to say. My only complaint is that they are obsessed with selling me a vacuum.