One strange but true coping strategy I have for getting through this goddamned pandemic is to pretend I’m 15 years old again.
I know that sounds strange. But hear me out.
When I was 15, I was having a very tough summer.
I was lonely. I didn’t have many friends, having changed schools and lost my BFF in a friend breakup.
I couldn’t get a job yet, other than babysitting, and I lived in the sleepy burbs, so no way to get away from my parents like maybe a city kid.
I didn’t know how to cultivate a hobby, and even if I could have….the only one that would have really worked with no money would have been running or some other individual physical activity I could have done at home for free. Not many options, especially before YouTube, and even more so with no intrinsic motivation.
I could read the books I could get when my mom would take me to the bookstore or library. I could make myself lunch only out of what appeared from the grocery store. I could occasionally convince my parents to get takeout I wanted, but not often. We didn’t travel. I didn’t go to camp. We didn’t have cable. And we certainly didn’t have internet.
I was bored off my ass.
So now, rather than spinning my wheels trying to control all that I cannot…that we are in a pandemic, that we’re safest at home, that there’s no real safe way to travel, that our possibly soon-to-be-cut-back jobs are in the way of traveling anyway, that nobody can tell me how much risk I’m at having an autoimmune disease…
I’m trying to pretend I’m 15 again. Preparing whatever appears from the grocery store. Reading whatever I can randomly find as a library ebook. Doing whatever workout happens before me via YouTube. And not able to leave the house or go anywhere.
It’s sort of helping.