no it isn't.
maybe you are, so you think it is because it's filtered through your shallow lenses.
or maybe the day is too boring for you, you have no purpose or time to make good on all the promises that you can never keep for yourself.
Or to have to keep, after wanting, and then forgetting, and eventually saying 'this is a covetted thing, once, now I will show that I do not covet and will dispose of it in a ritual way (coveting a ritual)'
no, you only say that if you are introspective.
hollow, shallow, thin and almost just a streched out extrusion ready to fray . . . at any moment . . . your mind . . . keeps making it up, unable to stop your typing fingers, not even sure what the story your telling really is all about but hoping that it conveys that you want health of thought, and body follows that, that health, of body, lingering and benevelent cough of 'calm it, you're wigging, it's all good, calm down. Camel up? Pony up! Pony up your cash, boys. The day isn't over and we have a card game scheduled.
but what about social distancing? how can we not share germs if we are playing cards, a board game, that shows you loose? For collecting 'all that' over that long interval of lonely longing (for an interval with somebody worth it who never actually shows up at your doorway? In his finest lineman's gear? You say 'I didn't expect you today.'
he says "no body expects the internet kill switch" and then you maybe wake up? And he's not really there? And your internet works fine? and it's April Fool's day? Three years ago?
"Ahhh why why why why why?"
but then you wake from that dream too, and all is well, and the people are all healthy.