I used to get the impression that the world was getting more complicated over the past year. With regulations and restrictions coming and going like the tide, there’s this feeling that I get that I should be more anxious about the future of things. Our response to the pandemic has been hit and miss, the things we should and should not do have been inconsistent or downright contradictory. Where can I go? What am I allowed to do? It can be frustrating to hear the state of things changing so often so much that I’d rather just live simpler, so at least I can be consistent in what it is that I do from day to day, rather than keeping an eye on the news updates, waiting to be told what I’m allowed to do and where I’m allowed to go this month.
I don’t really feel like I’m missing out on anything. I go out to go to work or to go to the store. I eat primarily chicken and brown rice. I work out three days a week. I do laundry on Saturdays. I don’t really care what lockdown level we’re at. It doesn’t affect me.
When I do go out, I can’t say that I’m unaffected by the ignorance of people. It’s not particularly difficult to look at the ground and walk the designated direction down an aisleway at the supermarket. Or to make sure your mask covers your nose. It’s amazing how many adults are so ignorant or defiant of these basic things. I’ve gotten extraordinarily angry at the anti-mask, anti-lockdown crowd for their narrow-minded, self-righteous, irresponsible uses of words like oppression, tyranny, and freedom, while conveniently leaving out ideas like responsibility, conscientiousness, or just basic decency. It is as if children grew up never understanding that inconvenience is not the same as a violation of their rights. They are, like a child, still complaining that not getting exactly what they want in the exact amounts they want is unfair. They just call it something else now. They call it injustice, and I can’t help but find it juvenile.
It’s healthier for me to not think about them, but it’s easy to find them wherever they frequent their time online. It’s all they ever talk about. It’s the only thing they value. I should thank them. They reminded me what is important for me to value, and that’s only the things that are up to me. My responsibilities, my behaviour, and my well-being. I get nothing from my anger, unless you consider high blood pressure a gift. I know I don’t.
It’s my birthday today, and I will be enjoying a nice cake with my girlfriend and a quiet night in. How nice for me. I just thought it would be nice to get some thoughts out.