My friend, who I'm going to call Emily, compares it to child birth. For those of us who haven't given birth, I will provide more context. When a woman gives birth it is generally known to be a painful experience. There is blood and screaming involved. It is like a scene from a horror movie.
Yet, women are excited by the thought of having a kid. People even call giving birth beautiful or spiritual. My friend says that there is a theory that this is an evolutionary thing because if women remembered how painful it was they would not put themselves through it. I haven't heard the theory, but to sounds plausible.
The same thing applies to being sick. Kids and adults might think in passing, "man, I hope I'm sick tomorrow so I don't have to go to work/class/etc."
But that thought usually disappears as soon as that person actually is sick.
I don't know anyone that has ever though, "that goodness I am sick, now I don't have to go to school."
Anyway, thankfully, this time it won't be a total waste. For the first time ever, this virus/hug has inspired me.
A short story might be born from this experience.
I don't want to say too much about it but basically it is a short series of journal entries from the perspective of a girl who gets sick. (You can see the parallel, right?)
Anyway, it is a specific type of sickness and it follows along as she tries to piece together how it happened and what will happen.
There is so much more to it, but I don't want to give more away just yet. So, keep following along.
Maybe I will upload a link to it when it is finished.
In the meantime, all those who are sick out there, I feel your pain. All those who aren't, I envy you in an externally friendly way, while internally I'm annoyed at you for ridiculous reasons.
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