Thinking about things

Our book collection recently got damaged by a water leak from one of our ceilings, which ironically, was being fixed while we're renovating our house. My sister and I spent the first night in a frenzy of cleaning and drying our room, and trying to salvage the pages of our books. We didn't sleep much that night and woke up early the next morning, painstakingly blowdrying each page (we find out later that this was not the best remedy for wet books.)

This all started during the pandemic.

The “pandemic.”

They say that when you repeat a word enough times, it loses its meaning. It becomes a string of sounds no different from gibberish, breaking meaning into simple vibrations. What was once an ominous description of a virus that claimed the lives of over 3 million people has now become, at least to me, a distant yet distinct memory of shared confusion and the newness of a strange reality.

We were introduced to this virus as nCoV, or the novel coronavirus—a name given to coronaviruses that had never before been identified in humans.

Everything about it was novel. We didn’t know how to respond. Our bodies were clueless, and our minds, just like our bodies, were confused and in a state of panic. There were no vaccines for the virus and no antidotes for our confusion.

But we tried to concoct something that might work.

I started consuming a lot of information from different places, sometimes, all at once. I can be watching a movie while scrolling through Instagram or reading an article while listening to a podcast. I even take my phone with me in the bathroom and scroll through Tiktok until my legs go numb and they'd be imprinted with red circles from where my elbow sat. I don't start showering until I have the perfect playlist cued up or have MacGyvered makeshift phone holders out of toothpaste tubes and soap dispensers so I can casually rewatch Modern Family for the nth time.

When did socks become a cool gift? Socks used to be the type of present an aunt or uncle gives your to fulfill their gift-giving duties. It doesn't communicate care or an ounce of thought. At best, it is met with forced "thank you-s" from polite pamangkins, and at worst it is greeted with tears and tantrums. It even earns you a nickname along the lines boring, half-assed, no-fun, or killjoy.

But to every gift-giving Tito's and Tita's defense, socks are a practical gift meant to save your feet from callouses and chaffing.

TV snobs love to hate on "Young Sheldon."
If you're not familiar with the show, Young Sheldon is a spin-off of the sitcom The Big Bang Theory. And it follows the daily (mis)adventures of a young Sheldon Cooper as he navigates his life as a boy genius in Medford, Texas.