Everything I mention in this blog, is my opinion, which may or may not vary from yours.
We are all entitled to our opinions.
When COVID first entered Australia, I had my doubts about whether this was a genuine virus or not.
I was living in Melbourne at the time, and Job Searching.
When there was talk of lockdowns, I wasn’t fussed as I preferred being alone.
However, even a shy introvert like me, started going stir crazy, because I ran out of things to do.
Yes, I was able to continue Job Searching and writing, but with very few suitable jobs on offer, it became boring and depressing.
I would go out for walks, usually to my local shopping centre, yes, wearing a Face Mask.
Those walks were usually to buy supplies for a few days.
My housemates at the time, were complacent and would go about their business as normal. They were Transgender too.
I decided to stay in my room just in case.
As numbers increased, I started realising this was serious.
Despite most of Victoria in Lockdown, numbers were still going up.
This caused my anxiety and depression to get worse and withdraw further from wanting any face to face company or associations.
Even going to the kitchen to make a coffee/tea or cook meals started scaring me, as it meant communicating with my housemates, who had started making assumptions about me.
Among the assumptions: I was making a bomb, cyber stalking someone, planning something sinister. No matter what I said, I was wrong, and they knew better.
I decided to refrain from interacting with them, actually started ignoring them.
They would ask me questions about various things but would still check online.
I got the stage where I would say, why ask me, you will check online for the correct answer, I’m a fucken dumb prick.
Honestly, I would cry a lot, because of these assumptions and accused of lying.
I started looking for a new place to live, because if I didn’t, either there would be a double or triple murder and a suicide.
Finally, after a 2 week search, I found a place, but it wasn’t suitable because of the requirements from the advertiser, decided against contacting them.
The Universe was watching over me, as the advertiser contacted me.