It’s 2021, we’re still stuck in the plague and I’m still going to have thoughts. And then some of those thoughts will find their way here. So this is a series. Of thoughts. Published randomly. For no reason. Thank you for coming.
How did February happen? We have spent the past month in lockdown which means we can’t go out after 8 PM, restaurants are closed except for pick up and delivery, non-essential stores are closed (and, really, outside of food and toilet paper, what really is essential?). So that was January. And, zoom, it went. We’re in February. Which I’ve always said is the longest month of the year (you would understand if you lived where I live).
What does one do during lock-down? What has one done since last year? This thing has gone on for a year now. Think about it. Last January the world learned about a place called Wuhan (speaking of China, this piece about how to handle a kind of aggressive China is pretty good. This one too — I have long said China is proof that culture [and food] and politics make strange bedfellows and are completely disconnected). I remember some experts saying the pandemic would be over by “the fall.” Not everyone, but we don’t tend to listen to the people who say inconvenient or unpopular things. We only listen to what we want to believe. Then we bump up against the banality of our expectations. And then people gather online and form communities to share their own banalities and next thing you know they are storming the Capitol (bad) or, I don’t know, challenging the titans of Wall Street (delicious).
And then, perhaps, when the community has failed (say, Q-Anon, eventually, hopefully) or achieved its own 15 minutes (GameStop), what happens? What’s next? The optimist in me, suggests an “inward migration.” A return to self. To knowing who you are. To understanding yourself before opening up yourself to the outside (and online) world and, if the scaffolding is weak, getting sucked up into others pain again, and collectively crying, millions of Ids marching across the landscape looking for their own publicly private wars.
You might give yourself up as a youngster, travel across an ocean, and then, when you’re ready, share your genius with millions in exchange for millions. Will that purchase your happiness? Probably not. Because what is inside? Have you committed to your inward migration? Or have you simply counted your money? When did you lose your way? Were you using Google Maps? Or Apple? Did you ever truly know yourself?
Did you know it was February? I didn’t. Until I did.
The inward migration is messy and often exposes things we’d rather not confront. But it’s probably worth the journey. We’re stuck inside anyway. Because of the plague. Because it’s February. And February sucks.