CONTAINMENT
The weather right now provokes a feeling of forced containment. It’s like living in a tupperware container. You want to be outside of the condensation, the stale air and the claustrophobia, but it’s actually REALLY hard to get the lid off and get out there.
In social work, “containment” is used as a positive phrase. You “contain” someone’s emotions or problems until they are able to speak to a qualified counsellor about their problems. You just put a lid on and hope that shit doesn’t get moldy or ferment inside until it’s time to really mix it up and talk about your issues. It actually sounds like the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Bottle it up. Contain it. Keep it inside.
Containment is an awful word. When does it have a good connotation? Things that I associate with containment are: fences around livestock, cages around small animals, a cell within a jail, redundant packaging in grocery stores, Spanx on chubby women. Pretty much all things that align with thoughts of sadness or pity.
November to me has been feeling like Containment. Aside from the days spent traipsing around my backyard last week, it’s been a pretty solid month of indoor movie watching, indoor working and general indoor mundanity.
How can you make containment FUN?
Wait. I just thought of an example!
SALAD SHAKERS!
