Corona made me do it

"Corona made me do" it has become quite a theme in my life, as for many others. Life as we know it has changed dramatically and I still cling, rather naively, to a hope that one day I can resume my old life. Oh, privilege. Can I be more of a dick?

So here we are, in the new world.

The obvious conclusion is that a new world requires new people, or those old people need to change. Noone is as unhappy as people who refuse change, and I don't want to be unhappy, so I accept that i need to change. Hence i find doing alot of things i didn't seek out before. All in all corona is forcing me to find new ways to let off steam, new ways to socialize and to be active. Thus it is that I find myself on a ferry from Melbu to..  I dont know where, in the north of Norway, with a bunch of camping gear as well as my work computer, to spend 10 days somewhere new. 

Its day 235 of the pandemic and I must admit I've started to struggle with this clusterfuck of a shitstorm. I've gone through all the initial stages, and for a long time I found that I dealt fairly ok with all of this. And suddenly one day it was over. I just could not take it any more.  I'm so god damn sick of not having choices, and what little mental calm I was able to muster, and what little wall I had built myself to shut out the political ragnarok around us fell apart. Fuck.

But again. As a privileged dick I'm aware that ridiculously lucky. 1)I was able to get a new job in the middle of a pandemic. 2)I dont support anyone else but my self. 3)My health is better than in a long while. 4)I dont have kids! 4b)And I'm not stuck a home with kids. (Jesus how do they cope?) 

(4c)I need to say that again: I am so incredibly grateful that I dont have kids!)

So I do have options, and lots of them- it's just not the one I usually prefere. Buhu. So I continue to force myself  to illuminate all the choises I get to make, and that is how we ended up here. A fucking blog. Yeah. Priveliged dick with a blog. Just lovely.

My plan for this pixelated little universe of self pitying is simply to muse on my own thoughts regarding needing find new hobbies. Deep.

Oh, and I promise to never try and dress this up. This a a blog. Not peer reviewed, just a pure unfiltered bucket for my thoughts. You may disagree with them and that's ok, because I'm not trying to change your opinion. And yes, expect foul language. 

So here we go.