Sometime after the coronavirus pandemic was officially [choose one — acknowledged, misunderstood, politicized, other], it became evident the ways in which we work and live were going to change, whether we [choose one — wanted them to, needed them to, succumbed to the mandates, other] or not. Soon thereafter, we were deluged by a spate of expert articles and life hacks about the prospective physical, psychological, and emotional effects from the ways in which we work and live were going to change:
• “The Similar Psychosomatic Effects of Zoom Calls and Jet Lag”
• “How to Distinguish the Psychosomatic Effects of Zoom Calls from a Hangover”
• “How to Effectively Navigate a Zoom Call with a Hangover”
• “The Synaptic Differences Between a Zoom Call and a Coma”
• “The Synaptic Similarities Between a Zoom Call and a Vegetative State”
• “Masks for Dummies”
• “Working from Home (WFH), Learning From Home (LFH), and Working Too Frazzled (WTF)”
• “Could the Coronavirus Survive a Nuclear War?”
All of that stuff and more raises two existential questions:
1. What’s more exhausting, contending with the coronavirus or contending with all the expert articles and life hacks written about it?
2. Can we take a nap?
I don’t know about you. But the longer this goes on, the lazier I get.
