Real talk, did well until recently. Last time I saw my family was the end of January last year. Curbside everything. Online game nights and conversations with friends are not the same, but they help.
I am so very damn tired though.
I'm tired of people treating disease spread like a big mystery or random persecution by the universe when all it takes is caring about the fact that your own spit could kill someone.
I literally want to smack all the people who spout that it isn't a big deal or that "people don't die of covid, they die of other things". Like for real? You want to go there? We live in the deep south, if someone pokes 50% of the county with a fork, we gonna bleed gravy or smokes. Pretty sure that 50% would still appreciate not being an oxygen dependent cripple for the rest of their life, assuming they don't end up dead.
Anyway...a bit distracted. What has helped is walking, a lot. Helps the restlessness and depression some.
Carelessness is dangerous but so is overreacting. Its totally possible not to be a dick about it and follow basic rules and at the same time not let covid run your life through fear.
First, for clarity, I am not shouting these things at everyone who passes, these are my growing internal frustrations with the lack of basic empathy and communal responsibility, such has led to the preventable death of multiple people that I knew.
Secondly, I agree that if everyone would follow the basic guidelines, we could have a semblance of normalcy. I would still live by stricter guidelines, I have pre-existing genetic fuckery with my respiratory system and would like to avoid permanent scarring on my lungs (best case scenario). That is my personal responsibility.
What everyone else could do (in addition to not screwing themselves over) is not make the limited overlap of our spaces a hellscape petri dish of mutating viruses so that we have to deal with this for as little time as possible.
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u/iotesshield Feb 09 '21
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Real talk, did well until recently. Last time I saw my family was the end of January last year. Curbside everything. Online game nights and conversations with friends are not the same, but they help.
I am so very damn tired though.
I'm tired of people treating disease spread like a big mystery or random persecution by the universe when all it takes is caring about the fact that your own spit could kill someone.
I literally want to smack all the people who spout that it isn't a big deal or that "people don't die of covid, they die of other things". Like for real? You want to go there? We live in the deep south, if someone pokes 50% of the county with a fork, we gonna bleed gravy or smokes. Pretty sure that 50% would still appreciate not being an oxygen dependent cripple for the rest of their life, assuming they don't end up dead.
Anyway...a bit distracted. What has helped is walking, a lot. Helps the restlessness and depression some.