“throughout this whole pandemic, i have never been scared. truly. except for now. now i am terrified.”
this, from a journalist buddy who lives around the corner. we ran into each other on a side street — me with my cute, but annoying, dog who has recently taken a fancy to jamming his nose into stinky sewers and breathing deeply; my friend with a cloth bag of groceries from the local store.
we spent a moment debating all that was wrong with the way the pandemic continues to play out. i said we need a real, authentic leader who will tell us what to do, how to navigate this new rapidly spreading variant.
“how is it that, for yet another [expletive] holiday, we (as in the people) are once again left to decide on the safety of getting together with others?” i said. “it’s either safe or it isn’t — someone needs to take a stand.”
he shook his head as my arm was jerked by the sewer-sniffing dog:
sniffffffff!
admittedly, i was a bit grumpy after a long day of anti-vaxxer hate mail. plus, i was feeling that if i had to spend another minute with anyone wondering — and debating — whether or not it was safe to take a plane/train/share donuts this holiday season, i was pretty sure my head was going to explode.
“we don’t need a leader,” he said. “ok, maybe we do… but what we really need is to forget about the idea that this will ever be over.” he went on to blame our ever-withering mental health, the incessant heavy despair and the current confusion as to what constitutes a ‘safe’ holiday on our expectations. those damn expectations.