Tag: Hard Times

Dive deep.

Dig in.

How low can you go?

The latest polls show something might happen.

Or not.

Polls are annoying at best and represent non-news at worst.

It’s hard to be positive these days unless you can say you’re positive you’ll read something sad almost every day.

For me, it was the headline I ran across that went something like, “Dog euthanized after testing positive for coronavirus.” The dog had a chronic condition that led to the decision to put it down.

Several months into COVID-19 it seems we have not yet reached the end of all the unfortunate surprises this plague has in store for us. On the contrary, we can not seem to shake the feeling that it is only still the beginning.

Instead of physically distancing, younger people are doubling down they won’t be anything but asymptomatic should they contract Uncle Covid, continuing to congregate in close quarters in bars and clubs.

“You’ve got to live.”

So goes the party-battle cry of the younger set.

“I’ll take my chances” is another chorus of those who disregard the effect this dangerous behavior has on others.

Contact tracing might have been effective if it had been rolled out early.

Now, it’s nearly, if not completely impossible to effect to any degree.

Without a clear course of action, it seems human nature leans towards just saying screw it, if I’m going to get it so be it.

Depending on who you speak or confer with the economy will not survive another mass lockdown.

No one knows what to do. Frustration is experienced in droves by everyone.

Anger unfolds.

Aggressive behavior follows.

Violence is omnipresent.

Leadership is lacking.

There are no unifiers which are what is most needed now.

Fauci is being thrown under the bus.

And pollsters drone their useless data regarding the upcoming election.

Limiting trips outdoors seemed easy enough for most people in the beginning.

Sure, there were shortages of toilet paper and the like, but we made doo and persevered.

The one constant seems to be what I call the rip factor.

I rip on you.

You rip on me.

Together we rip on each other.

Whatever happened to self-respect and respect for each other?

Or mind your own business for that matter?

People are mad and unhappy.

We take it out on each other.

It’s hard to lift one another up when there is so much fear and uncertainty.

I closed my eyes during a restaurant visit the other day. When I opened them up again I thought how wild it looked that all the bartenders and servers were wearing masks. Of course, the expectation was that patrons would wear masks if they got up to go to the bathroom or to leave.

Physical distancing is being practiced.

Social distancing is not, as we need to be social, albeit virtually.

If you live alone, it has to be tough, unless you prefer sweet solitude.

Some loners pre-COVID had no issue with being at home more often than not. Consequently, current times are not as strange or unnatural feeling to them.

I used to wonder why people wanted to travel so often when they had beautiful and wonderful homes.

Yeah, it’s good to go someplace new every so often, but since 9/11, air travel is no longer pleasant or comfortable. Personally, I’d rather be in control of my own destiny via automobile than place my life in the hands of a stranger.

Wanderlust can be overrated.

Just like polls and diving deep.