Well, all of this is pretty awful, isn’t it?
I’ve read and watched plenty of dystopian fiction over the years and I would idly wonder what it would be like to live through some kind of global crisis. And I guess I have my answer now. For me, the past four weeks have been a surreal blur as I watch a litany of horrors unfold on television and in my Twitter feed, punctuated by moments of anxiety or rage. I worry about getting sick (even though I I haven’t left my home in over four weeks). I’m being very careful to limit my contact with other people, but I can’t completely isolate myself because I still rely on a team of nurses for my daily needs. They are being incredibly conscientious about washing their hands and staying at home, but my risk of getting sick certainly isn’t nil.
And when I’m not worrying about my own health, I’m fuming at Trump’s boundless narcissism, stupidity, and incompetence. All of these traits were fully on display during his presidential run, but his supporters simply shrugged and handed the White House to a man singularly unfit for the office. And now here we are. Do you want to know what really sends me into a white-hot rage? Despite this administration perpetuating a clusterfuck of historic proportions, the fall election will still be a close affair because conservatives have convinced millions of Americans that any efforts to create a more humane society will turn us into communist zombies or some such bullshit.
In the midst of my anxiety and outrage, I need to remember how fortunate I am. I’m still employed and able to work from home. So many people are struggling with basic issues of survival and I’m fretting about politics.
I probably won’t be able to leave home for at least a few more weeks and I hope to do some more blogging during this weird time. Writing has always helped me clarify my thoughts and I haven’t done enough of it lately. In the meantime, please wash your hands and stay home as much as you can. You’re giving people like me a fighting chance to live through this pandemic.
