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(Unrequited) love in the time of covid.
“I mean, when you like somebody, proximity is a good thing, regardless of how they feel about you. Or don't, as the case may be.”
- Pacey, Dawson’s Creek
My affliction is unrequited love. For my manager.
I have accepted that I may never get over him completely but as with most crippling diseases it comes down to symptom management.
According to my online research the first step is to “cut off contact” ergo out of sight, out of mind.
To help get over him I needed to get away from him but the problem was that my job required daily interaction with him.
The lockdown measures came as an unexpected blessing.
Admittedly there are downsides to working from home but I am revelling in the upsides. I appreciate not having to wake up to an alarm and not having to navigate public transport. I like dialling in to meetings. I can have a siesta. Most importantly I don’t have to see him.
I’m no longer distracted by his proximity - I’m not as anxious or self-conscious or moody. I get more work done.
It is only under such exceptional circumstances that one who is in enforced confinement can nevertheless feel liberated.
There is increasing talk of easing restrictions. What does that mean for me and my unfortunate infatuation? I’ll cross the bridge when I get there. In the meantime I’m going to enjoy my sleep ins while I can.
“I mean, when you like somebody, proximity is a good thing, regardless of how they feel about you. Or don't, as the case may be.”
- Pacey, Dawson’s Creek
My affliction is unrequited love. For my manager.
I have accepted that I may never get over him completely but as with most crippling diseases it comes down to symptom management.
According to my online research the first step is to “cut off contact” ergo out of sight, out of mind.
To help get over him I needed to get away from him but the problem was that my job required daily interaction with him.
The lockdown measures came as an unexpected blessing.
Admittedly there are downsides to working from home but I am revelling in the upsides. I appreciate not having to wake up to an alarm and not having to navigate public transport. I like dialling in to meetings. I can have a siesta. Most importantly I don’t have to see him.
I’m no longer distracted by his proximity - I’m not as anxious or self-conscious or moody. I get more work done.
It is only under such exceptional circumstances that one who is in enforced confinement can nevertheless feel liberated.
There is increasing talk of easing restrictions. What does that mean for me and my unfortunate infatuation? I’ll cross the bridge when I get there. In the meantime I’m going to enjoy my sleep ins while I can.