We're about a year and a half into this pandemic, and I'm genuinely surprised about what I've learned about myself in that time: I'm not as compassionate a person as I thought I was. There is a subreddit in which people post articles and photos of folks who were publicly anti-mask or anti-vaccination or both, and who subsequently ended up infected, hospitalized, or dead. I have to say I'm surprised at the internal glee I feel upon reading these posts. I'm not proud of myself about this. Maybe I should try to tamp it down. But reading about people who were virulently wrong about a public health matter, and then suffered as a result of their opinions... The worst one was a fellow who did not get vaccinated, got infected, was hospitalized and died, leaving his widow with seven children. Someone commented, "It looks like he didn't believe in protection for any part of his body". I laughed. I'm a horrible person.
September 1, 2021
I don't know if this is covid related or not - but I just feel angry. I feel stuck. i feel like I can't do anything. London is back in Tier 3. Why we ever left - who knows. Why there was a push to be open for things for Christmas - also who knows? My mom was ok after quarantine - and now her school doesn't go back in person till mid-January, maybe. Which I am so happy about. My sister was then in quarantine. But will go back to school. Just really feeling down.
December 17, 2020