Day ???? of Pandemic 2020
WIP
Yesterday at lunch I stared at a blank page and couldn't think of anything to say, but this morning, I am brimming with thoughts. Since I overslept, a few paragraphs are as far as I am going to get for now. I am one of the lucky folks who is still employed, although that comes with a big price.
I want to write about the wonderful chat I had with my coworkers last night, past and present, and to reflect upon the irony of how someone as unpopular as I was during childhood could have possibly gotten to the point of organizing Hangout Chats with people. I wish I could go back in time to that child who could not sleep at night for fears of bullies in school the following day, and tell her it's going to be okay after all. You are not a horrible person, do not deserve to be kicked, pushed, spit upon, called ugly and weird and "comarie" (Italian for "old woman"), only to come home to a mother who hates you.
I guess it's a lesson for the pandemic as well. Things are going to be okay after all. It's just going to take a long time.
5:42 AM
If I had a time machine, I would go straight back to the kid I was and tell her that it is worth toughing it out. Just the fact that during the Phantoms season-ticket-holder days, Bernie Parent recognized me by sight (if not by name) would have given me all I needed to get through. :) Seriously, though, getting through daily bullying is a task I wouldn't wish on anyone. I still am getting surprised by bits and pieces of internal damage that need fixing, and it's 40+ years later. Most of the repair work has been successfully accomplished, and yet there still arises at random times an unexpected crack or dent that I hadn't realized was still in need of…