I go back and forth between panicky want-to-know-everything and stubborn I-am-going-to-survive-out-of-spite. (Not that I’m sick. Still healthy a week into quarantine. Knock on wood.) I’m not sure how much I need to know about everything. The past three years I have occasionally had to tell myself that the train will continue to wreck whether or not I watch it, so taking a break is okay. But this particular thing hits a lot of my personal triggers, and hyper-vigilance is one of my coping strategies.
Here’s the thing, though: as far as trauma response goes, hyper- vigilance has never done me any fucking good, so you’d think it would be easier to shuck off. I get it when it actually worked at one point, even a little, but I’ve personally got a zero percent success rate with this shit.
Anyway. That’s much more personal than I meant to get here, but whatever. The point is that I’m going to try to stay off social media this weekend (aside from Tumblr, where things are easier to block and the people I follow post cute animals during these trying times) and avoid the news as much as I can.
I have writing to do. I have an essay to revise, and a story to finish, and I have a weird idea about vampire owls that I’d like to get some words on. I also really need to rearrange my desk setup because climbing around on the floor to plug in a flash drive is not dignified, even if I am working in leggings and a tank top.
You are so right. Social media is just making me anxious at a time when all we can do is wait and see. I for one would far rather read about Vampire owls. So i’m hunkering down and writing while I can’t work too.