After I tromped and gardened yesterday, I whipped out the ancient watercolor set and distracted myself for an hour or so. I do kinda like the way I’ve finally learned to turn white space into objects—kinda like the way you can say more to a reader by what you leave out than by what you include in a paragraph—but I’m never gonna win the Wasserman Award.
I am Not Happy. With a capital Not.
I can’t tell whether the world is more fucked up now than it’s ever been before, or whether I am suffering from the illusion that world is more fucked up etcetera. An illusion perpetuated by a social media echo chamber, and aided and abetted by an aggressive 24/7 media cycle that’s constantly funneling cherry-picked statistics and conjecture my way under screaming headlines: The VIRUS Never Takes a Holiday!!!
From the beginning of the novel coronavirus outbreak, I thought the lockdown was a huge mistake.
People resent being locked up.
So, it’s not just the wholesale destruction of economies. It’s also the personal resentments expressed in myriad destructive ways that are rippling throughout the culture.
Admittedly, both economy and culture were deeply flawed. But is the new economy—the death of small business, the rise of a handful of big tech companies whose influence is like feudal papacies—better? And frankly, if activists find American police oppressive, they should spend some time in Latin America to learn what a real police state looks like.
Oh, and by the way, Hamilton is now baaaaad because the real-life Alexander Hamilton was a slave-trader.
Given the highly differential prognoses for this particular virus strain i.e. that more than half those infected will show no symptoms at all but something like 5% will be severely impacted, it’s always seemed most sensible to me that that everyone should take the precautions they thought were most appropriate and let other people live their lives.
If that meant that there would be no room in the ICU inn for those who miscalculated and got sicker than they intended to be, well tant pis.
If that meant those ICUs would fill up with young people so there was no room for elderly moi when I got sick, well, “they” were beginning to make those rationing decisions already.
I’m one of the people who’s gonna have to keep taking precautions regardless. I’m in the high-risk category both because of my age and my autoimmune disease, which makes cytokine storm a high probability. I’m going to have to keep living my life behind a moat until such time a vaccine is discovered.
I don’t see why other people need to.
It’s on me to keep myself safe.
It’s not on them.
I refuse to use mask-wearing as the variable that divides the world into Good People and Bad People.
I’m really sick and tired of the people who do.
I want out of this bizarrely polarized world in the biggest possible way!
Maybe I’ll vote for Kanye West in the upcoming November election.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth