The reason I’ve been extra prickly, aggressive and BLOCKY is that I’ve now been locked down for almost eight weeks. A few calls and a podcast aside, twitter is my only social contact. I’m therefore uber-protective of this little virtual space. It’s an explanation. Not an apology.
It’s a slightly mind-bending state. I talk to Mama all day, but she can’t respond - the odd word, my name occasionally, lots of singing and laughter. But it’s not a full conversation.
So when someone’s a dick to me here, my reaction is amplified by the sheer shock of a response.
So when someone’s a dick to me here, my reaction is amplified by the sheer shock of a response.
All in all, I think my descent to weirdness would have been a lot faster and more terrifying, if I weren’t quite curious about it.
I’ve often found curiosity is an amazing mental health shield. A part of you watching your mind loop, going: “huh; that was odd”.
I’ve often found curiosity is an amazing mental health shield. A part of you watching your mind loop, going: “huh; that was odd”.
