What have we come to?
As I was taking in the latest onslaught of grim news on CNN this morning, I was struck by one story in particular.
We have already been told that countless numbers of people have been dying in hospitals all over the world, alone, devoid of human contact…of even the grip of a loved one’s hand to usher them from this world.
What an evil virus this is. Evil and wasting and unrelenting. And strong. Damn, so strong.
In the story, I’m referencing a man died. A husband and a father and of course, his family could not be there with him. They said their goodbyes via FaceTime. They watched as, via FaceTime, he received last rites. His family witnessed his death…virtually. I cannot imagine the heartbreak that will haunt them forever knowing that he died, alone. FaceTime be damned. He was alone.
Does “gratitude” come into play here? A word that is so overused I can barely bring myself to write it, much less speak it?
Should this man’s family be grateful that they could see him at all? My guess is that they would say, “yes.”
Yesterday, Chicagoland actually reached temperatures in the seventies. I went out for a walk in the sunshine. Few people were out and even fewer cars. That was fine with me. I had my headphones on and was immersed in my music.
When I got back to the house, I didn’t want to go inside.
How are you handling this? Do you, like me, feel increasing anger and frustration? What about those of you with kids who are home 24/7? Are you wiped out from trying to keep them engaged and out of your hair?
When I shop for groceries—infrequently now—I feel anger at the people who still don’t seem to get it. They mill around and crowd the aisles devoid of face shields or gloves or anything that might keep them, and the rest of us, from being infected with COVID-19.
Side note: Friends, please wear something on your face if you go out in public. It doesn’t have to be a mask, per se. Wash your winter scarves and use those, or cut up a flannel throw in strips. Do whatever is necessary to keep from getting sick. No one cares how you look.
Let me repeat: Wear something over your face. No one will give a damn how you look as the sane among us will be following suit. The first time I wore one I felt like a strange ranger but that quickly wore off. If shielding your face allows you to venture out to the store to get the things you need, it’s worth it, no?
Back to anger: I am angry at this administration, which I detest. I believe the task force is largely a joke and moreover, I believe Trump has blood on his hands. Please don’t jump on me for this as it is my opinion and nothing will change it.
I am angry at the press, the White House Press Corps in particular. Day after smothering day, they sit in the task force “briefings” and allow trump to berate them and their profession on national TV. Just once, I’d like to see them get up, as one, and leave the room. Instead, they suck it up as Trump craps all over them. Some of the attacks, in particular, are overtly personal.
Even Jim Acosta, who normally has a fair amount of fire running through his veins, has been more sedate than usual.
What the hell is going on here?
I am angry at my husband for not taking this time to embark on a weight loss and exercise program and am so tired of this constant struggle that soon, I will no longer give a damn.
No. That’s not true. I’ll always give a damn.
I am angry that I can’t find a gig as a content writer. Nearly two thousand followers on Medium, a rapidly growing “social presence” and…nada. Why? I was born in the wrong decade.
When I read your stories, I am in awe of your upbeat attitudes and inspiring words. And the last thing I want to do is bring you down. You deserve better than that. But that said, this community is so supportive that I feel I can be genuine. And right now, I’m genuinely ticked-off. This will pass, though, and I’ll go through an “up” period. I’ll jump rope, run on the treadmill, bust out a few squats and I’ll be right as rain.
I’ve learned to live with my emotional ups and downs because the “ups” can be so thrilling, like the love/hate feeling of riding a roller coaster. (Not a fan, by the way, so that’s not the greatest analogy for me.)
Too, summer is coming and that means deck time! I’ll sweep away the dead leave, schlep out the furniture, rehang our many windchimes and make sure the bird feeders are filled, something I do all year, anyway.
Then, my husband and I will be able to go out and read or write or just sip wine and listen to the birds. What bliss that will be. Are you looking forward to that, too? To basking in the sun in your yards, on your patios, decks or balconies, or whatever patch of green you have access to? I hope so.
If I was to become infected and die…in three days or five…would I want my husband to watch me go on FaceTime? Murmur comforting words through Cyberspace? Keep our cats close by as I breathe my last? Honestly, I don’t know. Would he feel comforted? Or just bereft, and cheated? And angry, like me. Or would he feel gratitude that he was afforded even that?
I don’t know and I’m going to do my best to not find out. Please, everyone. Do the same.
All the best to by BIZCATALYST 360° family.