To Whom It May Concern,

Today has been a day of strange revelations. I discovered the art of burning coffee for instance. Yet that does not even compete with what I discovered moments ago; being sick brings people together.
That sounds awful doesn't it? Don't picture two ruddy nosed strangers in bathrobes surrounded by mountains of tissues hugging one another. That's not what I mean at all. What's wrong with you?

Have you noticed how everybody seems to be getting sick? At first it was your friend, then it was a sibling, then you're on a bus trying not breathe because everybody is sniffling and suddenly it's you? Yeah, that's how it went for me. So, today I'm under quarantine because of that stupid bus ride and am seriously hating my immune system. Cue melodramatic obscenities.

Then, something kind of wonderful happened. After being coaxed into doing my sisters washing for twenty dollars (don't judge, you would too), I was downstairs loading washing machine. It's really not pretty; I forgot a tissue, I'm too lazy to go back upstairs and this brings us to a whole lot of sniffing and blinking and odd face distorting. Finally, my senses get jack of being contorted and I sneezed. Low and behold I hear a voice from next door yell 'Bless You'. I thank him for his kindness and continue on feeling mildly embarrassed but thinking that was so nice of him. Then, after a moment of silence I hear him sneeze and realising he has been sentenced to quarantine too I yell out 'Bless You". This led to a lot of laughing between the two of us.

I have no idea which of my neighbours it is, I can't see his face nor could he see mine. I just thought it was super damn cute that it was our mutual sickness that brought us together. Isn't life odd? Or it is just mine? Oh how I love people.