Perhaps like me, you started the pandemic with goals: write a novel, learn a new language, or at least work out everyday. And now more than a year later, you’ve achieved none of these goals. If you are disappointed in yourself for wasting time, you shouldn’t be. You are not wasting time. Instead, what you are going through is wasting time’s fabulous gay cousin: languishing.
My hopes were quickly dashed as the Ensemble, dressed head-to-toe in emerald, disappeared into the green screen background. They became a chorus of floating heads and hands–there was no way of knowing what their torsos were doing.
Daily COVID-19 cases in the United States has risen to almost 150,000 cases and 2,000 deaths per day. America has officially had enough and has taken to Instagram, the beloved social media platform and pastime, to officially cancel quarantine.
An unknown person with the Grindr name “Mask4Mask” and a profile picture of a black N95 mask worn as a jock strap messaged retail visual merchandiser Ian Simons of Hells Kitchen at 1:36 AM Tuesday morning. The conversation started off nondescript, but before long, it became clear to Mr. Simons that the anonymous user was trying to hook up then and there.
Weaving macramé has kept me distracted from the fact that, like a good citizen who cares about the well-being of others, I haven’t been fucked in six months.