First, I found myself cleaning my very own closet yesterday afternoon. My family refers to it as "Hurricane Katrina," as there are usually clothes strewn every which way. I trudge through a mountain of clothes in the morning when getting ready for school. I never clean my closet. I just wait until my mother can not take it any more, and begrudgingly cleans it herself. But not yesterday. I do not know what possessed me, but I actually cleaned my own closet. I am convinced that this out-of-body experience was a side-effect of cabin fever.
Next, I started to read a book...leisurely. What? Soon after delving into Jodi Picoult's Plain Truth, I thought to myself, 'Sarah, what are you doing? Reading for fun?' As an AP English 12 student, I shamefully admit to my lack of leisurely reading. By Monday morning, desperation kicked in. The last time I'd stepped out into the open air had been Saturday. My eyes could not watch another minute of MTV. Therefore, I ventured over to the bookshelf and picked out a piece of quality literature. Once again, a rare occurrence.
The things we resort to when we find ourselves snowed inside the house. I am not at all saying that most people are up in their closets folding and hanging clothes to overcome extreme boredom. Furthermore, I am not at all implying that my temporary indoor captivity at all measures up to that of the patients in the novel. I am just acknowledging the fact that I understand how the Chronics and other severe patients can no longer reenter into society. Not seeing the light of day for a long period of time can cause people to change and adopt new ways of living. The image above accurately represents the visibilty level out my window for the past three days.
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