Just Venting…
After the second most draining day this week I spent two hours with my little sister, going through her Sephora “favorites” trying to narrow down what beauty product she should buy (when she gets paid). Typically, my sister doesn’t listen to me. Hell, she never listens to me…but when it comes to beauty, she takes my opinion very seriously. I’ve never seen anything like it. Of course I am flattered and totally wish she did it regarding other things too! However, I will take what I can get.
We have similar tastes, yet completely different opinions and styles. I am much more “superficial” in I won’t leave my house without my hair looking put together. Whether it be blowdried straight or in a headband or even dirty a ponytail – if my hair doesn’t look like I would want to meet Brad Pitt when I walked out the door without being embarrassed, I do not leave the house. She on the other hand, can care less what her hair looks like for stupid things. She only cares when she is going out on the town with her friends. Although I love makeup and beauty products, I am very simple and only really require moisturizer, lip stick/gloss, and mascara when I walk out the door be it to work or even to a party; she on the other hand will wear more makeup than a Kardashian on E!.
When it comes to fashion, we’re total opposites. There are things we have in common, but most of the time I would wear something she hated and she’d wear something I hated. When it comes to fashion, she takes my older sisters opinion to heart – not mine. So I was pleasantly surprised when she made me sit next to her and go through the 120 products she had favorited for my review (did I mention she would get mad if I stopped to read a work email or respond to a text message?). I had never seen her so intent on getting my opinion on something until tonight.
Don’t get me wrong, my sisters and I are extremely close considering I’m seven years apart from both of them; making my little and older sister fourteen years apart. We talk and treat each other like we are much closer in age, and we are constantly talking to each other via Instagram or family/group chats. My sisters are definitely one of my best friends and without them I would absolutely go insane. Especially now during this house arrest.
We don’t live together, so we haven’t seen each other as much as we typically would considering we’re forced to be in our houses until this virus is killed off (yes, my little sister lives with my parents and I don’t). Typically we have family night two or three times a month and we eat shit together, play games, or watch movies. But we haven’t been able to do that in a few weeks and it’s looking like we won’t be able to do it for another two months.
This quarantine/social distancing/house arrest has been extremely hard on me. Although, as I’ve said before, I am a total homebody; but this is too much. I like to go and get my hair done, go to the post office and pickup my mail. I go to the mall and do loser laps, or I’ll get my manicure/pedicure done. Even my simple, unnecessary runs to Target! It’s starting to take a toll on me. I know I need to go out and walk around the block more, but it’s getting so hot in Florida that it’s unbearable for more than twenty minutes.
I haven’t even gotten my car washed or my oil changed because of the quarantine. Thankfully I am not driving around so my gas is full and it doesn’t really hurt the car not to have the oil changed, but it’s still daunting to think about it. I also am not the type of person who can just lay out by the pool for three days and pretend I’m on a vacation the way my sisters can. I much rather be at the mall shopping, or at a movie, or at a friends house. For being a homebody, I like to be out – a lot.
That makes this experience really hard for me. It is also messing up my moods because I am so incredibly frustrated with people and can’t express it the same way by being so far and distant, and VIRTUAL! I recently saw this meme that said something about being tired of being apart of such a historic event, and it’s true. Although our historic event doesn’t compare to that of our great grandparents, they went to war but I was just forced to stay home. Talk about entitlement. It’s just also extremely difficult because although we’re not dying and being shot up by our enemies, we are also not able to spend time with family and friends. You might as well send me to a distant location and take away my ability to do the same.
I definitely never expected to be apart of something so crazy. I mean, I’m apart of the history being made politically and I have been apart of previous events that are political such as the first black president and the first woman to ever break the glass ceiling and be in the presidential race, and make it all the way to the end. But this is different. A completely different type of history is being made, and it’s not a good one. It’s not one I want to look back at in twenty, thirty years and reminisce. People are dying. There are shortages in medical supplies. Worse of all, people have been laid off or fired. SO many people have been laid off or fired, two of my best friends have been. I have a family friend in extremely critical condition right now suffering from the corona virus – and he is really, really young considering.
It just truly is an insanely crazy, sad, time to be alive.
