That’s right. We’ve gotten to the point at which all the fear mongers, Monday morning quarterbacks, second-guessers, self-appointed experts, demagogues, ideologues, and conspiracy theorists think they know the coronavirus score. Guess what. No, they don’t.
But I owe those folks a huge debt of gratitude. Their fear, their hyperbole, their absurdity, and their self-righteousness have helped me determine exactly what I’m going to do in riding out the pandemic: nothing.
I’m not going to judge. I’m not going to presume. I’m not going to defy. I’m not going to put myself or others at risk. I’m not going to believe I actually know anything.
Do I know if I’m going to get the coronavirus? No. Do I know if I’ve already had it? No. Do I know how, where, or from whom I might get it if I haven’t already had it? No. Do I know who else might have it or get it? No. Do I have a crystal ball? No. Do I know the deepest inner workings of our own state and federal governments, to say nothing of the inherent intrigue and skullduggery of geopolitics? No.
Am I going to worry about any of that shit, obsessing over it unto paralyzed anxiety? No.
I’m going to be as smart as I can be. I’m going to take reasonable, responsible precautions at every opportunity. I’m going to be as respectful of the well-being of others as I am of my own. I’m going to avoid breathing, coughing and sneezing on anyone. I’m going to maintain the degree of personal hygiene the fortuitousness of my civilized living circumstances allows me. And I’m going to ignore the news like the plague, especially this plague.
I’m going to think more. I’m going to write more. I’m going to read more. I’m going to connect with others more. I’m going to look out for my neighbors more. I’m going to thank God for every day in which I’m able to do all of those things.
Since we don’t know what we don’t know, I’m going to learn what I can and be very content with what I do know.
That’s what I’m going to do.