This is the 6th month of quarantine in a pandemic known as COVID-19. Been only out of the house for work, buy groceries, accompany my boyfriend to his project site/s, and hang in his house. For the last 6 months, we’ve only tried dining out maybe a little less than 15 times? Most of the time we’d rely on food delivery services just to avoid people. Which is actually good, in a lot of ways, social distancing aside: 1) I don’t really like people in general; 2) Goodbye anxiety!
But in my
line of work which requires a whole lot of people interaction – who would think
that I really don’t go so well with this socializing thing? Uhmm maybe when a one-time
customer reported me for being rude. It affected me too much, but for a moment
I also thought, he must have been right in a way though. This face gets a lot
too bitchy - not in a bitchy way that
you think that you’d want to get into bed with, but the bitch that you literally
hate. I AM THAT BITCH, YO.
I’ve been
meaning to write for the last couple of weeks, months, years. But I always make
up an excuse not to: “busy with work” “ busy with house chores” “busy making
time for boyfriend” “busy taking care of my dogs” “busy making time for myself”,
which are all true by the way. But as someone said, you will never be too busy
for something you ought to do. So I guess I must have not been really too
interested in whatever this is. But we here though.
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