Wanta know what prosperity is?
It’s two gallons of Walmart whole milk for $1.64 each in the fridge. It’s seven cans of Progresso “Rich & Hearty” soup in the kitchen cabinet.
And in the freezer, it’s half a bag of fish sticks, a box of Dollar Store blueberry waffles and edamame pledged to grandkids.
That’s prosperity, if you ask me.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not what I really wanted.
If I had my druthers, prosperity wouldn’t include co-dependency with three cats. I wouldn’t work in my own, personal call center. I’d make enough to register my vehicle less than a year after it’s due.
Mostly, I wouldn’t be obsessive-compulsive.
Because that’s the pandemic’s real culprit – ritual. Our behavior – in privacy and at work, if we do – has ossified.
Tell me you don’t notice how each household habit becomes its own necessity. Whether it’s folding underwear, cleaning cat boxes or moving furniture every time you vacuum, they’re done the same way.
You write explicit notes for each excursion.
Perhaps this OCD epidemic is imaginary. Or maybe it’s just you.
