This may perhaps be the most difficult post to comprehend in my anxiety driven mind, for like everyone, I’ve never found myself in this position before. But, as to retain my teetering composure and vent my feelings in the only healthy way I know how, here is my account of the current situation.
I am not going to mention it, the virus is getting more than enough attention, and I’m simply not educated enough to be able to compliment or advice otherwise, for goodness sake. This is gravely serious, but I will talk about something I can know about, the evil at work in society and the selfish values at work, so instead of taking my raging infuriating feelings towards the accused, innocent and alike on the wall of my Facebook page, I thought I’d try to process and conceptualise my feelings, in an attempt to rationalise and experience somewhat of a revelation as to what possesses the minority of people to lose all self-respect, community values and humanity. Then again, the question arises, how much of this was simply concealed by greed for money, status and materialistic luxuries before? How much of this is not panic but simply the world taking off their masks, and not trying hard to appear of a certain demeanour. When the security and the “it won’t happen to me” is ripped from the grasp of society, how many have remained composed, civil and kind. It is not the self-isolation, or the government procedures that my heart and my head are trying so hard to fight against, but indeed the way the so-called nature of society is simply a facade. Indeed for those who suffer with depression and anxiety, or similar, our hope in the world is minimal, we rely on ourselves and the close loved ones around us, because somewhere along the way life has indeed done wrong one too many times. Or is it the way that we are told by society to not see the bad in others, to hope for the humanity and sanity of others, because it won’t hurt as bad if you believe the world is good.
Mum and I have been socially distancing ourselves, self-isolating when we have no essential need to emerge from the grasps of our homes, we’ve shopped local; we cannot possibly afford to overbuy, to stock ridiculous and greedy amounts of produce, we can’t afford or rationalise those who forage for supplies, that leave others without. You are indeed the downfall of society, those who are rude to the shop-keepers, suppliers, public services etc. Those who blame the nationals of the UK, that happen to have Chinese heritage, unless you forgot the principles of pre-school, and indeed general life following, racism, hate-crimes and general degrading behaviour of any kind is not okay. What a mockery of mass proportions this world has become, what happened to being proud of your heritage? What happened to fighting together like those who gave their lives for our countries. Is there really going to be a need for rationing books. YES, if you all continue with the detrimental and frankly ludicrous processes. Be present, be informed, not from unreliable sources, (believe it or not Barb down the road does not know the stats and does not know what will cure of the virus. Barb spends far too much time on social media, and has a chronic case of google-know-it-all-ism. ) but most of all, if you don’t have the just sources to give an educated and informed answer to any valuable questions, PLEASE for the sanity of others, sit back and shut your mouth.
Don’t hop along on your holli-bobs to the countryside, believe it or not, you chose to reside in the urban areas of society, and someone once told me make your bed and lie in it, there is no justifiable benefit of you emmigrating at midnight with your bulk-buying supplies and your old and frankly passive-aggressive yorkshire terrior to our little hamlets, with struggling healthcare systems and overcrowded waiting rooms as it is. The disease will not magically find itself through the 13 inches of insulation in your houses, you’ll be safe, and you’ll most likely be putting yourself more at risk, by travelling to Cornwall via the service station, in comparison to the slightly less strenuous journey from your sofa to your large pantry full sky high with more pasta than the Ann Summers penis pasta factory.
I’m part of a vulnerable family, both chronically and mentally, so whilst you munch on your 120 rolls of bog roll, when your oh-so-lovely-angel-children have eaten you out of house and home, and your marriage is on the line because you’ve seriously restricted your husbands toilet roll usage for his dodgy search history activities, then just think how it would have been if you’d acted with just a tad more decorum when rinsing the shelves of their stock and allowing the said angel children to lick the entire contents of the takeaway salad collection before leaving Morrisons with your 16 trolleys, with cases of coronavirus being the little of your worries.
In the meantime, I will be here having a nice cuppa, detoxing from social media, enjoying my Miranda Maraccattack session, shopping local as and when i require, with the help of lovely and kind natured individuals in my community, and walking my dog to keep us both healthy.
So barb and all you other individuals, stay in your homes and for all sakes, if you don’t have anything beneficial to say, don’t say anything at all.
All my love to the non-barbs of the world,
Livv x
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