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Sadness Prevails as Coronavirus Spreads: A Pothead’s Feelings Go South
The Baked Sage: Thoughts and Theories of a Stoned Philosopher
by Michelle Montoro
I have spent a lot of time over the past few days in quiet contemplation about all the things going on in the world right now. The extensive effects of the coronavirus have impacted the entire human species. As it is forcing the implementation of complete social distancing, I am trying to embrace it with a passive enthusiasm as I consider it an opportunity to reset my life and focus on developing healthier habits. I was also hoping the downtime spent in semi-isolation would offer a secondary opportunity for me to relax and focus more on writing creatively.
But suddenly, all of the topics that I used to enjoy writing about seem frivolous, irrelevant, impractical, pointless, and with no real purpose. As people are living in fear of so many things right now, I doubt they are interested in reading about my stoned philosophies, my silly quips on life, or my mental health journey.
This leaves me feeling as if there is no purpose in my work. But a writer without purpose is still a writer. And a writer must write. It is almost a survival instinct. To prevent my brain from exploding, I must exercise this practice of releasing the chaos…
