4/16/20 Dejon Kurti PD 7

4/16/20

Dejon Kurti, Pd. 7

Modern Mythology 2020

It’s day 248. Food is running low. The makeshift generator I managed to scrape

together has failed. The taps are running dry. Darkness surrounds me, but the true

fight is within… 

Just kidding! As much as it feels that way, the pillars of society haven’t crumbled

(yet). In fact, in recent news the number of hospitalizations due to the coronavirus have

started to flatten out, indicating that the worst may be behind us. Unfortunately, that thinking may be a little too optimistic, especially if people start to take it as a sign to stop social distancing, which would be bad (like, really bad). The White House also recently released new guidelines for state governors on when they should start reopening their state for business.

It’d be a great thing to get the country working one piece at a time.

So, in retrospect, I guess the news has been slightly uplifting. I’ve also come to see that working from home, as much as it is something that seems relaxing and awesome, really isn’t that fun. It gets boring and mentally tiring quickly. I’m not gonna say physically tiring because I probably get over 10 hours of sleep now, but there’s mental exhaustion to be had in staring at a computer screen for most of the day. Still, one neat thing about working from home is taking some responsibility in when you do things and how. 

In other words, I’m convincing myself that I’ll be totally ready for college.

While this pandemic/apocalypse rages, I’ve started going out for more runs as well.

With my newfound love in jogging around the community, I now realize just how many

dog owners I have in my block alone. No, I’m being serious—I encounter someone walking their dog(s) every 30 seconds now, which is great because of the following mathematical identity:

Dog = Happiness

I know, I know… The pure mathematical talent needed to derive such a thing is insane.  

So yeah, that’s one thing I learned about the neighbors I’ve literally never talked to in my life. On the bright side, I now associate dogs—not people—with my neighbor’s houses. While the average Joe would look at a house on his street and say, “Hey, that’s where Jennifer lives,” I look at it and exclaim, “Hey, that’s the house with the Corgi!”    

Ah, yes, and with me going off to college in a couple of months, I truly will have gone a decade without ever having interacted with neighbors. That’s an achievement if you ask me.

All in all, I’m still optimistic. I don’t feel any sense of dread or urgency. All I

feel is hopeful really. That’s the thing that makes being human powerful to me: the innate hope present within all of us that drives us to wake up in the morning and work towards a better tomorrow.

If you ask me, COVID should be the one who’s scared.

And on that note, I’m going to cradle myself to sleep under the covers so the darkness doesn’t catch me.