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When Reality Becomes Too Unreal to Believe It
Our reality in Hungary, 2020, during the pandemic
I have been in self-quarantine for 2 weeks now. This is day 14 for me. I work from home, my kids are home — my only joy is going grocery shopping, which I genuinely hate any other time.
It has become significantly more difficult to get through the day. It’s the same twenty-four hours as ever but it feels sluggish and slow at times and other times hours speed up to feel like minutes. The calm periods are the quick ones and the burdened times seem to last forever.
I feel time differently now. It is more tangible and it feels more real. I feel how minutes pile up to become hours and the waiting seems eternal.
I keep telling myself that I am saving the world by sitting on my couch. Who would have thought?
My days look the same as they used to. Work. Kids. Workouts. Cooking. Writing. But what used to be my choice is not my choice anymore. Reality forces its choice on me — and I feel robbed of my freedom. And I don’t even want to complain about it if it helps to save the community and the world.
I keep telling myself that I am saving the world by sitting on my couch. Who would have thought?
