It Is A Crying Shame To See The Factor Representing This Field
The doom and gloom is really paying off, y'all. It seems we have panicked ourselves into an illness that is almost as deadly as the chicken pox.
How extreme the news reports have become, and how the end of days mindset has performed a gradual mind creep on the public at large. However, it’s been done all the way to death by every writer that I follow. Everywhere. On every platform.
I couldn’t lend a human element to it, because I honestly don’t feel as though it’s on my radar. I am OCD clean. My house is full-on sanitized every day. I have home training, therefore, I don’t need a fucking certificate of achievement issued each time I perform a task that is supposed to be performed by everyone, every day.
Next Time, Bring A Real Disaster…
I don’t feel the need to prep for the post-apocalyptic cleansing, nor do I think that owning every napkin, paper towel, and Cottonelle roll south of the Mason Dixon is going to ensure my survival for a mere moment longer than if I don’t have Scott Tissue on speed dial.
I live in Florida. I was a teenager during Hurricane Andrew. Katrina was next door. I’ve disaster prepped for every hurricane season for 20 years by buying beer, charcoal and baby pools and rafts for floating around the yard in. You light the grill when the power goes, grill everything in your freezer, and everyone in the neighborhood grabs a raft.
I can’t even paint that in a negative light. It isn’t. It’s pretty fucking awesome. Even when the fuel is gone in the generator and the Citgo is out for 3 weeks. Still isn’t all that bad.
So, I don’t have anything to really bitch about. I can’t contribute to the fear-mongering, HOA Barb. I’m almost ashamed of my trade at this moment, simply because I am watching these horrible doomsdayesque articles unfold, and it’s just fucking despicable. Why would I want to see someone clearly standing at the corner of Anxiety and All Fucked Up, and decide it’s the right moment to shove them into traffic? What the fuck kind of a monster would that make me?
I’m sorry, I can’t partake. I can’t lend any credence to this fucking idiocy that everyone with a Journalism degree is passing off as an actual article. Y’all go on ahead though. It seems some of y’all done found your niche.
AMEN, sister!!
I agree, it’s enough already. I get it, it’s a plague, stay at home, wash your hands, spend time with your family, and get creative with both your meal planning and your bathroom routine.
Figure it the fuck out and then take a moment to appreciate all the money you’re saving on shit you don’t need anyway. Take the opportunity to think about what things you don’t really miss and don’t need to add back into your normal life.
Think about the vacation package deals that will be available when it’s safe to move about the world freely again. Then think about how much better your possible vacation will be now that you figured out how to actually connect and spend quality time with your family.
Think about the job you don’t have to drive to every day at the moment and if it makes you happy, if it is really the place to spend the majority of your time and energy. Yes, you need to work; but do you need to work there? Is there something else that you’re passionate about? How can you work towards doing that instead? Go ahead, google it, you’ve got time.
In a world that moves too fast for its own good, never giving us the time to consider if it’s all worth it, we have been given a gift. Time is the only thing we can’t get back, our only truly non renewable resource. We have all the time we need right now to decide if we are using our time wisely or if we are throwing our days away, content to exist and not live.
You know my life hasn’t changed all that much, I did most of my stuff remotely anyway at the moment but I am grateful for the extra time I have with my daughter. The opportunity to be reminded of how talented she is, how cool the person she turned out to be is. She can hide in her bedroom for a weekend or even a week but at some point she’s bored and will seek me out just so she isn’t alone. I’ve loved that. It’s a gift not everyone gets. She will be 17 this month and before I know it she will be gone far more often than she is here and I won’t get to make cheese fries at midnight or play a video game with her, little stuff. The little stuff that makes life worth living, the little stuff that adds up to big stuff. The little stuff we don’t always have time for.
Fuck it, the plague is better than zombies right?