Put Some Pants On

Your quarantine style and how to snap out of a funk and feel fabulous

A girlfriend of mine posted on Facebook recently about what she felt was her Quarantine Style.

Many people chimed in with “You are not alone”, and “I’m an underachiever, too”, how they’ve had to actively resist naps or slept for 19 hours straight.

These are crazy times, man. No one can fault you for laying around in your cozies trying to make sense of it all for a while. But it becomes a problem when a while turns into weeks, turns into months, turns into a hell of a lot more.

I used to have this Quarantine Style in life. I call it clinical depression. Still have the clinical depression, I just started putting pants on. Changed my life. #truestory

I don’t want to brag, but I’ve lost a lot of jobs. After the initial rush of freedom wore off and the Groundhog’s Day monotony set in, I always knew when I had slipped over the edge of depression. And that was the first day I stayed in my pajamas all day.

Then I stopped putting on makeup because, “What’s the point?” I didn’t have a job or much of a social life. I was wasting it, wasn’t I? And putting it on felt like a chore and I was free!

I stopped washing my face because, “What’s the point?” It’s too much effort and who’s going to see me?

I stopped doing my hair because, “What’s the point?” It’s too much effort and who’s going to see me?

I kinda stopped bathing regularly, kinda stopped washing my sheets regularly, or at all, kinda stopped what little picking up after myself I did because, “What’s the point?” We never had company over so who cares what the house looks like? It’s too much effort.

I kinda stopped doing anything but existing. And not for a few weeks or a few months. For a few years. It was…

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