84. Millennials Explained in one blog post

To some of my friends, I am a knowledge guru. All knowing.

I have been tasked with explaining to some, millennials.

I have honestly resorted to explaining that in my view millennials are anyone under 50 who annoy me.

Today I have a helpful explanatory example.

Son XYZ was in the mood for a dessert in the middle of a global pandemic. As we had nothing suitable in the house, he went online and ordered delivery of an ice cream treat.

This is a millennial.

If the situation had been faced by an OK Boomer, we would have fretted about the harm of refined sugar, we would have considered that a $3 purchase might be insulting to the company, we would have thought of the waste of a $10 delivery fee, we would have worried about putting the company out in terms of the human resources required to prepare, deliver, and convey our sweet treat to us. And the impact of gas emissions on climate change. And of course we would know in our heart of hearts that we don’t really deserve such indulgences.

This thinking would be perplexing to a millennial.

Trust me.

For my millennial none of these thoughts went through his mind. In his mind, the world is designed to serve him.

83. COVID-19 Self-isolation Day 48 Upset

My nerves are frayed. I am definitely down to my last teeny tiny thread. I Must Medicate. Like it or not. I have three types of medication and each suck in different ways.

One works and has no unmanageable side effects but puts me to sleep. One puts me in a fabulous headspace, is probably bad for me (it’s one of the “pams”), and the withdrawal when I stop is unpleasant and hard and sometimes long. Then the third is superpleasant but also superunhealthy and super addictive.

I tried alcohol and it wasn’t working. Day three of no alcohol and that’s not working either.

hmmmm, maybe yoga. It’s harder work than taking a pill, but let’s try that.

82. COVID-19 Self-Isolation Day 43 - Unsettled

Another day. It’s midnight and I am drinking copious amounts of wine (not drunk), to hit that sweet spot that will lull me to sleep. My sleep has been crap, and it is very rarely crap. It has been 12 years since it has been crap. (divorce).

It’s weird because this global pandemic is not about thinking or action. It’s about lying about waiting for the world to start again. Why is this playing agonic (my word) tricks with my mind?

This is an example of where we are at. Going into stores, any store is horrible. New rules, new distancing, stupid people getting too close to me. So like many others, I am relying heavily on online ordering.

Goodfood, which has been my (inconsistent) go to for food to your door, has bakery items. I have ordered bread and pita and bagels. Only to find they add sugar to these products. OMG. EW.

So, today I spent some time on the phone with Trillium Bakery, to place an order for healthy yummy bread.

I so DREAM of the days when, when you needed bread, you just popped into the supermarket,

AND DIDN’T WORRY THAT YOU COULD DIE BY BREATHING THE AIR

81. COVID-19 Self-Isolation Day 42 - Unhinge-ing

I am having some issues with SonXYZ aka my cellmate. As a parent, you do your very very best, but never can tell if what you do is right or wrong. But you think and think and think. You weigh the pros and cons. Make careful deliberate decisions that will hopefully result in strong healthy children.

The problem I have now is, the considering isn’t going well as I cannot figure out if I am considering well or not well, rationally or irrationally. Are my pros and cons sensible or are they the pros and cons of someone who has been in self-isolation for 42 days and is surely losing their mind, losing equilibrium,

Losing?

As I work this through, perhaps I should suspend all decisions. I will just be a pleasant complacent lump.

The wrong decision made during this period of high global hysteria might have consequences that reverberate through the generations.

80. cOVID-19 self-isolation day heavens knows

I have lost track of how long I have been at this global pandemic thing.

it is hard. But it is a weird hard. It’s not like the worry that festers where you are thinking about options, outcomes, brilliant ideas. This is a global pandemic and I am on the ride, not in charge of the ride.

it is not the hysteria of the end of the world. But it’s not the complacency that everything is fine. Everything is not fine. It’s this weird same old same old business as usual peppered with flashes of … fill in the blank… yes, hysteria, impatience, irritation, the desire to yell, the desire to hit something, the desire to jump. The desire to give up, the desire to become super busy. The desire to stay home forever, the desire to redouble my outdoor time.

I have had enough. Alright already.

I think I should medicate. Happily I have choices. Let me think on my drug of choice.

Later: The self-medication went like this: Anxiety, medication, anxiety, medication. And then I slept for 3 days straight. My body has never been able to stay awake when even lightly medicated. Unhelpful and unpleasant.