I'm grateful for quarantine from humans. Humans can be annoying. :D
A friend suggested to me yesterday to masterbate for immunity, and while I'm all for doing whatever makes you happy, I am not a huge fan of being told what to do, especially if I'm more interested in doing almost anything else at the moment, not because of any sort of puritanism, I just really need my brain stimulated more than my cooch right now. Not to sound like a dick, but I have hobbies now that interest me more than going in a corner and fapping. Masturbation isn't going to protect me from coronavirus, but, you do you boo. If the mood strikes me, you bet I will. And if or when I decide to, it won't be due to anyone's health suggestion.
An older friend posted about being annoyed at being told he's going to die because he's old, even though he lives in a very remote place and is no dummy about health. He said it was the rudeness of the manner in which he was told what to do, not the good intentions behind it. It made me aware of how I might be annoying my dad with my concern about his risk demographic, even if I was careful not to offend. Age can be a touchy subject. Telling people what to do with their own bodies is almost always a touchy subject. Telling someone to touch themselves is a touchy subject. (GET IT?! TOUCHY. HA!)
Anyway, uh..
I'm grateful for quarantine as an opportunity for total autonomy without guilt or social pressure (even though there are still two drunks trying to lure me to their houses because they can't cope with being alone.)
I am saying no every single day. There's also this neat little feature on phones that mutes all notifications. :)
I am sooo grateful for having quit my chemical reliance on weed months before quarantine. Perfect timing, and I'm not being sarcastic. I can't imagine going through withdrawals at a time like this, or the panic I'd have about acquiring weed during a pandemic. It also saves money for groceries, and my brain is fully functional for things like risk assessment and stuff. And I remember things! It's nice. I'll miss my nice weed delivery man who loves cats, but I don't miss needing weed to cope with toxic people and that's a good feeling.
I'm grateful to be alive. Grateful for the clouds in the sky. Grateful for journaling, meditation, art, baths, coffee, pets. I'm grateful to have allies, even if they make dumb suggestions sometimes. I'm even grateful for the noise outside because it makes the silence so much sweeter.
8:29 a.m. - 2020-03-17