I am now having conversations with expiration dates. Several times each week, as I check to see when an item expires, I have thoughts like the following:
“06.15.2020. Maybe we can consume you at a playground, string cheese.”
“07.27.2020. As you meet your demise, aged parmesan, I bet the outdoor pool will be open.”
“10.27.2020. I bet there’s a vaccine by the time you expire, vegetable broth.
“01.21.2021. By the time you’ve met your sell by date, can of black beans, I’ll be eating somewhere surrounded by strangers.”
“08.30.2020. We’ll have booked that vacation to Japan.”
I have no clue if any of these assumptions are true, but they are real thoughts and are taking place more and more frequently. And I’d like to consider this a positive coping mechanism instead of delusional one.