What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
The idea of “having it all” is not just impossible, it’s undesirable. Why should we want it all? Everything we carry has weight, and lucky are we if our burdens are light.
Everything we carry has weight, and lucky are we if our burdens are light.
What we need is to redefine what makes a life successful. It’s not money, degrees, accolades, or the accoutrements associated with the accumulation of wealth and prestige. It’s not someone looking at your corpse in a funeral parlor and exclaiming, “Wow, they had it all!” Let them say of us not, “Look at what they did,” but “Look at who they were.”
Success is looking in the mirror and saying, “I have everything I need.” Success is being surrounded by people you love and spending time with them every day. Success is sipping your coffee and watching the sunrise unhurried. Success is forgetting what day it is and not needing to care. Success is reading a book you’ve always wanted to read or watching a film that connects you with people who have been dead for a long time and being moved to tears. Success is eating the chocolate cake and not tainting the sweetness with guilt. Success is saying no until you’re heard. Success is being home.
Success is eating the chocolate cake and not tainting the sweetness with guilt.
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How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
For most of the world, COVID is a distant memory. A bad one, with recollections of mobile morgues on wheels, lockdowns, and mask mandates in all public places.
This is an interesting prompt, to be sure. For most of the world, COVID is a distant memory. A bad one, with recollections of mobile morgues on wheels, lockdowns, and mask mandates in all public places. The urge to “return to normal”, spurred on by the restless cog in the machine of capitalism, was too strong for most to resist. Governments, local, state, and federal (I’m speaking in the context of the United States, which is the only context I feel comfortable speaking in), at the urging of powerful business interests, were quick to drop even the most rudimentary of precautions.
The normalcy bias spread faster than even COVID-19 itself, for people don’t like to confront or accept changes to the established design, especially not for extended periods of time.
The normalcy bias spread faster than even COVID-19 itself, for people don’t like to confront or accept changes to the established design, especially not for extended periods of time. But here’s the harsh truth: Nothing will ever be the same. Most people have not made the connection between the return (resurgence?) of illnesses like tuberculosis and measles and the immune dysregulation that can result from just one COVID infection, let alone multiple infections. Almost everyone I know is sick now multiple times a year, often multiple times a month. And this constant illness has been normalized. People think it’s totally normal now for their kids to have COVID, RSV, flu, and colds right back-to-back. Someone I know in my own family has three elementary school age children who had all four of the above mentioned in January and February of this year alone.
Almost everyone I know is sick now multiple times a year, often multiple times a month. And this constant illness has been normalized.
I personally have only been sick one time with a communicable disease caused by airborne pathogens since 2020. In 2022, I became sick with COVID and proceeded to have an onslaught of new medical conditions in the aftermath of the initial infection. Asthma, which I never had before. High blood pressure, which I had never had before. In fact, prior to my COVID infection, my blood pressure always stayed within 5 points of normal. After COVID, my blood pressure got so high that I was in danger of having a stroke. A lot of people, in fact I would venture to guess that the majority of people, don’t know that COVID is a vascular disease. It’s also oncogenic, meaning that it can cause people who get it to develop various cancers later down the road. It’s not just a cold. It’s a BSL (Biosafety Level) 3 pathogen, which means that it is classified, along with tuberculosis, Yellow fever virus, and others, as a microorganism capable of causing serious and potentially lethal disease in human beings.
After COVID, my blood pressure got so high that I was in danger of having a stroke.
So what have I done to avoid becoming sick? Masking. N95 masks don’t fit the shape of my face well, so even though those are among the best particulate respirators, I wear KN95 masks whenever I’m in public settings. I work in the public, and as a bookseller, not in the medical field, so this means I am masked almost all of the time. I also use antiviral nose sprays and CPC mouthwashes.
Now, I’m not perfect. For almost four years, I went largely without dining indoors or socializing any at all. I did it to keep myself and my family safe, to keep from becoming further disabled by another infection. I can’t tell you the mental toll it takes or that it took being the only person willing to do something as simple as covering my face for that long, and I’m still doing it most of the time. I occasionally eat out with friends now, in lower risk situations where it’s not as busy and I’m fairly certain they’ve not been exposed to any airborne illnesses.
Some people might judge me for that, and that’s okay. I know that with the world we live in now, every time I go unmasked in a public place is a risk I’m taking. I hate that I have to frame it that way. I hate that to people who gave up any and all precautions years ago, I’m seen as hysterical and a hypochondriac. I hate that to people who haven’t taken any risks at all, who have remained completely steadfast in their anti-infection controls, I am seen as a hypocrite and a coward for making the decision to occasionally go unmasked now. As a pathological people pleaser, there’s no way for me to win. And that’s okay.
For my part, I’m going to continue to mask 99% of the time, but I’m going to try not to judge myself for that 1% when I don’t. I’m going to continue using antiviral nose sprays and CPC mouthwashes when I do have possible exposures. When at all possible, I’m going to avoid large indoor gatherings even when I am masked because one-way masking, while it has been effective for me, is not completely foolproof if there’s a high enough viral load in the air.
The life we had prior to 2020 isn’t coming back, and if some people would mask at least some of the time, at the very least in healthcare settings and in grocery stores, I believe we would see far fewer people being constantly sick. What I guess I’m saying is we need more participation from the general public, because the number of people who are still taking COVID seriously are fewer and fewer as time goes on. It would also help if businesses and governments would commit resources to cleaner indoor air, with next-generation filtration and ventilation systems that would reduce the amount of respiratory droplets and pathogens in the air.
Your health is a precious thing, and so much more fragile than people realize.
Everything we do or don’t do has consequences, and I can only hope that my efforts have made a difference. I know they have in my own life, because no one in my household has had a viral infection of any kind, at least to my knowledge, in more than three years. Your health is a precious thing, and so much more fragile than people realize. Take care of yourselves. You only get one life.
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How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?
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Something that a lot of people don’t want to talk about is what a luxury saying “no” is. As long as we’re living in a capitalist society that forces us to exchange our minds, bodies, souls, and time for money in order to live and pay for basic necessities, then saying “no” will always be a luxury for people that are living paycheck to paycheck.
Now, that aside, whenever I’m able to do so, I love saying “no”. Do I want to go out and spend my valuable time with people I don’t like? “No.” Do I want to engage with people whose sole purpose is to steal my energy and my time? “No.” Do I choose to have people in my life who don’t treat me the way I treat them? “No.”
Do I want to go out and spend my valuable time with people I don’t like? “No.” Do I want to engage with people whose sole purpose is to steal my energy and my time? “No.” Do I choose to have people in my life who don’t treat me the way I treat them? “No.”
Say “no” when you can, and say it as often as possible. The older I get, and I’m inching closer and closer to 30, the more I realize how precious our time on this planet is. The days sometimes seem endless but the years fly past like dandelion seeds on the wind. Here and then gone, in the blink of an eye. The people you love grow old, and then die. You go from being young and healthy (if you’re lucky) to telling a complete stranger in Walgreens about your eczema (true story).
You go from being young and healthy (if you’re lucky) to telling a complete stranger in Walgreens about your eczema (true story).
Yeah, we have to do a lot of crappy things to stay alive. You have to eat and swallow 💩 from your boss who you hate and smile and simper at coworkers you’d sooner push down a ravine. You have to feed the machine. But when the machine is done with you, and you’re lucky enough to have anything left, then what you do with the rest is up to you. It’s my goal and purpose moving forward to only spend my time in ways that bring me joy and enrich my life, and enjoy as many precious moments with my loved ones as I can. I wish the same for you.
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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
For the past few years, I’ve really considered getting a tattoo of a mockingjay from The Hunger Games, as it’s my favorite book series of all time. I reread it several times a year on audiobook and I never get tired of it. The only thing that’s kept me from it is my mother’s wrath. I might be 28 years old, but I still think she’d spank my behind if I got a tattoo. And, to be quite frank, I’m alright without having any. If getting tatted is anything like shopping in terms of the dopamine reward, I’d probably take it way too far.
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What is your favorite type of weather?
I don’t care that I’m in the minority. Give me chilly winds and icy skies. Give me naked trees reaching their gnarled limbs in every direction. Give me the nostalgia of snow days and canceled classes, empty hours with nothing of import to fill them with. Those were simpler times. Maybe it’s because I associate winter with my childhood, and staying home and watching movies with my mom without the encumbrance of a “non-traditional instruction day” (really, tell me something technology hasn’t destroyed).
Summer is not my jam anyway. Too hot, especially in the South. Good God, you can’t take your clothes off fast enough in air so hot and sticky just breathing is an insurmountable chore. I mean, it has its perks, especially when you’re a kid. Summer vacation, no school, you know the drill. Swimming and traveling and running in the grass under the hot sun until your pants and shirt are stained with chlorophyll and your skin is pink with sunburn (or in my delicate case, sun poisoning).
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Swimming and traveling and running in the grass under the hot sun until your pants and shirt are stained with chlorophyll and your skin is pink with sunburn (or in my delicate case, sun poisoning).
Added is the fact that summer is bittersweet because you know it will never last. The days will grow shorter and colder. The leaves will turn and you’ll return to school and the hustle and bustle of life. Winter Is Coming, indeed.
But in winter, there is always hope. Hope that you can’t find in summer, which is this…spring is on its way.
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What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
I know this blog is called The Voracious Bibliophile, but it could just as easily be called The Voracious Cinephile or The Voracious Telephile. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching a film or television series with the benefit of having already seen it. Since you know the general plot outline(s), you can better appreciate the more granular details.
Oddly enough, the first film that comes to mind is Blue Jasmine. Cate Blanchett won an Oscar for her portrayal of a former socialite in the middle of a nervous breakdown following her money manager husband’s arrest for fraud. Blanchett does some of her best work in the film, and was more than deserving of taking home the Oscar that year.
One of my favorite scenes has Jasmine (Blanchett) recounting her horror upon having to take a (in her estimation) menial job selling shoes on Madison Avenue following her husband’s downfall. Women she’d hosted in her home, who used to be her peers, were witness to her rather humiliating defenestration. Erica Bishop, one of the aforementioned socialites, saw her one day and quickly slipped out, thinking Jasmine didn’t notice. In true Blanchett fashion, the tone of the scene immediately shifts when she shouts, “I saw you, Erica!”.
Next for me is Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather trilogy. The much-maligned capstone to the series is really not as bad as it’s made out to be, and in fact greatly benefits from some ex post facto revisionism in the form ofThe Godfather Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone, a recut version of the third film that was released without much fanfare in December 2020 to coincide with the 30th anniversary of the original’s release.
The one thing I love most about that series is its clever juxtaposition of opposing themes: baptism and apostasy, redemption and revenge. It’s glorious, not unlike a Renaissance painting or a particularly moving opera. It is, for me, an Essential. No one can truly call themselves a cinephile without having watched it.
“Yo, Adrian! I did it!”. Next for me is the Rocky saga, minus that 🐴💩 fifth entry. Good God. Honestly, if you completely eliminate it from the franchise it really serves the whole for the better. I’m not saying any of them are masterworks, except for maybe the first one. But I can remember fondly watching them all over and over again with my grandpa who’s been dead for 16 years now. He gave me my love of cinema and I can’t ever see these films without smiling. And really, it’s the ultimate underdog story. Who doesn’t love an underdog?
I guess I haven’t done a television series yet. I feel like my television tastes skew toward more lowbrow fare than my tastes in cinema. I really like the Norman Lear sitcoms of the 70s, which I can practically quote from memory. Good Times, Sanford and Son, All in the Family. I will forever rewatch The Golden Girls, which changed sitcoms forever. I’ve seen the first season of Grace and Frankie at least eight times, and those are just the times I counted.
I guess I go to cinema for enrichment and to television for comfort. Humans need both.
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