Today my doctor told me that there really was not much point getting a second booster shot because people who get the 2nd booster are still getting infected and that I should wait until the Fall when MAYBE there will be some sort of an upgrade. I’m glad she was so out front about this.
Lately, I don’t even care all that much whether I get Covid for a 2nd time. It was exciting the first time, but now it just feels passé. And I enjoyed using my Covid sick days eve though I was not feeling all that sick. A little, but not enough to justify how many days I took off.
Why am I even talking about this? I guess because I have officially become one of those people who officially has nothing to talk about. This has been especially noticeable since I began a relationship with J who seems to want to talk almost every night. I have never been challenged in this way before. We have these long pauses in our conversations and the silence feels too awkward and the silence feels like pressure and I end up talking about things that are definitely not worth talking about. Like my credit car debt or car repairs or haircut or dentist appointment or whatever happened at work that day or the latest Republican atrocities or our families or future travel plans or my writing and art or movies or books or clothing or cannabis or declining vision or aching hips or job interviews or therapists or astrologers.
But all feels like chatter. If I had a forté, chatter would not be it.