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Someone call Buffy, the apocalypse is well and truly on its way. Day Four of self-isolation and thanks to the internet I’m watching from behind closed doors, everything going to shit.

The government has placed further restrictions, which has pretty much made it impossible to run a venue. Is it their way of forcing everything to close down without having to compensate? The conspiracist within seems to think so. On a side note, Pauline Hanson must be pissed. After decades of trying to close our borders, Coronavirus did it in a matter of months.

Pretty sure when my 14 days are up, I probably won’t have a job to return to. As each day passes, it seems the closer it is getting to a complete country lockdown. How shit will that be? Will finally get out of isolation only for everyone else to be in one. Just my luck.

While social media has been a nice escape from the confined and suffocating walls that are surrounding me, it’s not much better on there either. It seems the shitty humans are out in full force, typing away on their keyboards. Humanity at its best and worst.

I’d be lying if I pretended I was coping with everything okay. Because really, I’m not. I have no idea what the hell is going to happen in the future. How will I pay my bills? How will I eat? How will I live?

Yeah, I get that billions of people are facing the same dilemma, but also being isolated from everyone while it’s all going down is just a head fuck. I’d rather endure it with the company of friends. Damn, what I’d for a hug right now.

As a writer, you’d think I’d be able to utilise this whole situation better. However, whenever I sit down to work on one of my novel projects, I find my mind wandering back to what’s going on and not being able to concentrate. It’s so freakin frustrating and ends up putting me in an even more worst mindset than when I began.

Anyone got tips for switching off overthinking? I’m all ears! Anyways, I’m just not feeling in the mood tonight. However, perhaps I found a solution to my loneliness. Meet Reginald, he’s seen a lot of shit.

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Self-Isolation: Day 4. Meet Reginald. 🧻

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Maybe I am starting to lose the plot.

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