I don’t have anything major to talk about, probably owing to the great deal of sadness and anxiety I’ve been feeling through the past few weeks, so here are some thoughts that made it through the noise:
I’m not sure when or how it happened, but at some point recently I realized that I no longer took anything I read or saw online seriously. It’s hard to explain, but there’s some sort of distance that was created during that period and while those things I read or see can end up being interesting or upsetting or enjoyable, I find that the feeling itself has become to fleeting as to put much stock in.
I don’t get people who finish the day’s Wordle and then feel bad about not being able to play more words. To me, the feeling of getting it done for the day feels like crossing something off my to-do list, which is very enjoyable. I guess people enjoy things in different ways?
It is fascinating to me how The Office goes downhill immediately after Steve Carrell leaves. Not even in the following season or anything, literally the very next episode has a completely different energy. It becomes this self-serious half-comic sort of thing, where the events are too ridiculous to care about, yet not so ridiculous to just laugh at mindlessly. Nowhere is this more apparent than with the character of Andy, whom the writers just seemed to not have particularly long plans for. He goes from the terrible salesman to the okay manager to the completely idiotic in the span of a few episodes, with no clarity of purpose or direction. It’s a real bummer.
The internet has no problem bombarding you with sad or shocking news all the time if you let it, and this is not something we’re built for, less so during this endless pandemic. We need to do a better job of protecting our minds.
There is a very specific feeling of nostalgia I experience whenever I watch something from the 90s, be it a movie or a tv show or anything. Whenever I find an Arabic movie from the 90s which I can distinctly remember seeing an ad for on our local TV channels, I get immediately transported to being a kid, sitting in bed late at night. It’s a very warm and fuzzy feeling. Simpler times, truly.
I miss taking an hour off work to go down to the On The Run near my workplace just to have coffee and chat with a friend about random things. It’s the smallest thing and I never even did all that often, but now, I’d do anything to go back to that.