For some reason, the anniversary of the day of your birth is always a tricky one. All you want to do is get some nice things, maybe have a cake and spend some lovely time with your family and avoid work. What it turns out to be usually is a never-ending string of people wanting to talk to you. If you have a family like mine, it is some calls in the morning, then getting Facebook messages in the day, and then a couple of calls at night. By the time it was 10 pm, I was so exhausted answering the calls, I was ready for bed. I usually stay up until midnight. So really, I missed the last couple hours, just because people exhaust me.
Just like the air inside is getting extremely thin, with all the people being stuck inside, but yesterday, all the talking with people was making my air pretty thin too. But who cares about me anyways, right? Let’s just see some Bitter Friday Giftures amiright?
Sometimes all you need is some air…
…and people overwhelm you with too much.
I think this is what we all expect…
…when the quarantine is lifted.
But I imagine this is probably…
…more what it will be like.
Or maybe something…
…like this.
Maybe by the time we get back outside…
…the air will be so clean our lungs won’t be able to breathe it.
Who knows…
…maybe everyone will be so used to staying at home bored…
Wait a minute…
…that’s not good…
Then we’ll be trapped inside…
…forever with extroverts that just want to talk…
…about…
…their feelings…
And every random thoughts…
…that enters their brains.
This cannot be…
…we must put a stop to this.
We all have to make…
…some sacrifices.
The thin air needs to be thickened again. People need to stop trying to talk to me. Life must be returned to normal where others gather in mass quantities, so they can do so far away from me. I need my environment returned back to me. Kids need to go back to school. I need my space back.
ARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH
Bitter Thin Air Ben