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The hiatus that was: Reflection, regrets, and random musings.

I wrote and rewrote the intro to this weird af stream-of-consciousness blog post until I finally settled on this one line:

Fuck 2020.

Seriously.

I’m done.

Return to sender. Chop chop.

GIF of Lorraine Bluth from Arrested Development waving a waiter away and saying "Take it back".

I don’t even believe in any divine power but I swear this year has been orchestrated by an old lady trying to cross everything off on her bingo board. It sure does feel like it, alright? *sniffles*

Quarantine and me.

Much like everyone else, I too started quarantine off with trying to pick up new skills and trying to make the most out of being stuck at home. I experimented with cooking, started using Duolingo again with renewed vigour, and I even tried writing short stories after a long hiatus.

I also joked a lot about getting my hermit card revoked. For someone who always quipped she loved being at home, I most definitely craved human contact. I still do.

But at one point, the jokes stopped and the brooding started. I realised that in a lot of ways, I’d lost a sense of who I was as a person while under isolation. The things that usually defined me — extended conversations with friends in quaint cafes, always having an anecdote about funny encounters while commuting to work, talking to random strangers — none of it is possible right now under quarantine. And the thought really weighed me down.

Add to that the guilt of feeling this way about such trivial things considering the state of the world right now. In effect, I’ve been a mess for the past month.

Every day, I woke up, worked, logged off, doomscrolled on Twitter until my eyes became heavy, and went to bed. And repeat.

At one point, I realised all I had was a rigid schedule combined with a sustained lack of motivation to do anything else.

Of course things went to shit.

I became anxious. Brooding. Melancholic.

Seriously, Edgar Allen Poe ain’t got nothing on me. I was missing a raven but my unhinged rumination very much made up for it.

I discovered what self-care means to me. I think.

I write my best poems when I’m sad but holy cow, I did not like who I was becoming. And I was ready to make some changes.

I realised a lot of my brooding was because of how available I was online. I was always on Twitter, I was always waiting for bad news, and I had this very morbid habit of looking up the number of COVID cases in my city like it was a giant scoreboard about my favourite sport.

After receiving a nice talking-to from a friend, I finally made the decision to delete Twitter off my phone to curb the doomscrolling. I basically begged all my closest friends to give me tips on how to while away the huge chunk of time not being on Twitter gave me. And boy, did they come through!

I got into adult colouring books, I attend a meditation class every morning, I go to the beach after work on most days (I live right by it!). And I think it’s working?

I still have room for more so go ahead and tell me what’s helped you during quarantine down below! I just might steal your self-care tips. 😀

There were regrets too.

This self-reflection period wasn’t all sunshine and daisies.

It’s going to be 5 years since I started blogging soon. If I hadn’t grown as a person in these years, I’d be concerned and disappointed. But during my period of introspection, I discovered an old discussion post of mine that I’m too embarrassed to even admit right now, but it needs to be said.

Almost 3 years back, I’d written a post about whether you can separate the art from the artist. And with my whole chest, I really wrote that it was subjective and I could do it in some instances.

Just…no.

Needless to say, that hasn’t been my stance in a very, very long time. I don’t think you can truly untether a creator’s work from themselves. I still can’t look at the innumerable amount of merch I own for a certain book series about a boy with a scar and not cringe.

I feel ashamed of the fact that I even considered it a possibility at one point in my life. And I deeply regret it now.

I also see people on Bookstagram still featuring a certain series with the disclaimer that they don’t support Terfling but they do still love the books. As someone who once naively believed that too, albeit about a different book, I need to say this.

Y’all, it’s the year of our Lord 2020. Art doesn’t exist in a suspended, alternate universe. As creators, we should not be encouraging the consumption of any book or series when its author has consistently been insensitive and hurt the sentiments of an entire community.

Also, psst, there are books written by perfectly normal, non-problematic authors you can and should consume and give a platform to instead.

I think I accidentally joined a cult.

Whiplash from the change of topic?

What, are only white male authors who wrote so-called classics allowed to do stream of consciousness?

Michael Scott jumping on to a sofa and yelling "Parkour".

But wait, there is a connection.

After all this anxiety, doomscrolling, a raging impostor syndrome from remembering my fuckall past opinions and choices, and general melancholy, I decided I was going to make some CHANGES. I was going to FIX myself. I was going to SILENCE my hypercritical inner voice.

No, I didn’t go to therapy like a normal person. I decided to try meditation instead.

Except I think I accidentally joined a cult.

The first two sessions were all “theory”. At 6:30am in the morning. My eyebrows went as high as yours just did, yes.

While the Yoga part of it has been great, the instructors have been spewing some absolute nonsense when it comes to biology and life. So far, they’ve told us that:

  • A particular exercise will stop us from indulging in “immoral activities like masturbation”.
  • Saadhus have written down rules on how many times a husband and wife can do the do (ONLY twice a month, shh) and other heteronormative BS.
  • A breathing exercise will stop us from getting COVID.

And a bunch of other stuff I was probably too zoned out to notice.

The theory classes have stopped now, 6 days in, and the meditation part actually has helped me so I guess I shouldn’t be too critical of them? I can’t help it, though oops.

Shut it down.

Yup yup, I realise I’ve been all over the place today and I loved every minute of it! But it’s time to put an end to this weird self-reflection post, so…

Alec Baldwin saying "shut it down" on 30 rock while Tina Fey averts her head in the background.


~ Shruti

14 thoughts on “The hiatus that was: Reflection, regrets, and random musings.

  1. Quarantine has taken a ton of things from us which we had taken for granted and it’s left all of us reeling. Not surprised that social media filled that void. I’m glad that you realized that you were not doing okay and took steps to rectify that 💜

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  2. Ah, love, you’ve always been very self-reflective and that’s why with time you’ve grown in your understanding of all the opinions you’d previously formed. This is something you’d have never been able to do had your not constantly checked yourself ♥️♥️♥️ You’re doing beautifully and I’m proud you’re doing whatever you require for your mental health. This year has been so hard and I can see how hard it’s been on you as well. I’m sorry 🥺🥺 *hugs you super tight*

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  3. Ooh there was so much in this post but I’m glad those meditation classes are helping, just zone out any other nonsense they say. Also, stop obsessing over that post omg, get it behind you. Hope the rest of your quarantine goes better than before, you know Nandini and I are just a text away 🙂

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  4. Listen, I CACKLED at the parkour gif😂 perfect gif usage right there!!
    Your post reminded me that I should also go back and edit my old blog post about the art vs artist thing🤐 but you’re absolutely right, even though we’ve been wrong in the past, our change in opinion shows our growth♥️ it means you’re doing great. shaping yourself into a better person each passing day. No one else is doing it for you, it’s ALL YOU! 🥰 How wonderful is that! It’s nice to hear that your meditation classes are helping, even greater that it’s low-key an anti-vax (possibly) cult😂🤭 I feel like joining just for the fun of it but you know I’d sooner hurl myself into the sun than wake up at 5:30 am🙊
    I hope the rest of the year gets better for you ✨🥺

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  5. 2020 has been a trashfire of awful that makes me think of that Monster Board in Cabin in the Woods. Everything somehow keeps getting more ridiculous and worse? Like HOW.

    I am sorry that quarantine has been hard on you as well. I have actually gone through a lot of the same this year, and it’s been a Time. I am glad you’re working on self-care and doing things that work for you. Even if you might have joined a cult.

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