Today was weird
I'm granting myself a skip day from the Found Poetry project. Today's prompt is to write a love letter. After reading about 30 pages of the book nothing grabbed me, related to the prompt or anything else. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
So, why was today weird? We're in week 5 of this crazy isolation situation and it felt all day like it was completely normal and hopelessly wrong all at the same time. It's like the day itself had a psychic break.
Moreso, I've been thinking a lot about introversion and extroversion. As I sit here in my quiet little cottage, surrounded by absolute stillness, I realize that while I'm not "in the world" this new way of zoom meetings all the live long day with few if any breaks means I'm far more "with people" than I ever have been before. I'm completely exhausted and peopled out by the time 5 p.m. comes around. So while I feel for my extroverted friends who aren't getting enough stimulation right now, those of us introverts who are engaged all day also need a bit of a break.
Am I just being whiny or is there a truth in this for you?