What a year
So much has happened.
Brexit then Meghxit
MOT then RHI
Kobe Bryant then Caroline Flack
“Lol a Chinese virus named after a beer” then global pandemic
And it’s March 21stby the way.
The year is just getting started.
2020 was supposed to be your year. Everybody knows even numbered years are your thing. Goodbye 2019 and all its insignificance. New decade, new you! You’d got the new job. You’d met the guy or girl of your dreams. You’d moved into the new house. You’d got the pay rise. The baby was on the way. Hell yeah you were going places. Good luck pissing on your parade. You are unstoppable.
Enter global pandemic… Very much the piss on your parade.
Your job? Uncertain. Your family’s health? Uncertain. Your holiday? Certain. It ain’t happening.
The gyms closed, the pubs closed. There’s no football, rugby, golf, tennis, lacrosse, water polo, snooker or chess tournaments to be found. Church gatherings aren’t happening. Mass is off. No more meals out for the foreseeable. This is unprecedented. We’ve read about this stuff during times of war or in Florence Nightingale’s day. But not us. Not now. What the …?
Is this the biblical “last days”? Is this the Chinese’s way of crippling western civilisation? Is this just bad luck? Is this natural selection? Is this “fake news”?
We all have questions, doubts, worries and concerns. Both for ourselves and for our families. What we don’t have are answers or timescales. We are kinda all just stumbling around. Learning as we go.
Being the weird person that I am I find society’s varying reactions to the pandemic fascinating. The range of approaches is so wide. From the older man who couldn’t give a chuck to the religious zealot who doesn’t wash her hands because God has already cleansed her soul. From the “keep calm and carry on” to the “we are all going to die” And everything in between. Truly fascinating.
For what it’s worth below are my observations. Why should you listen to me? No reason whatsoever, I’m not qualified and certainly not an expert in anything. But hey ho, you’re socially isolating, you’re bored out of your tree and you’ve got this far in the blog.
Life is a fragile thing but
I don’t know what your view of COVID-19 is. I don’t know how seriously you are taking it. Maybe you are one of the people who were laughing at the meme of the guy with an empty box of corona over his head two weeks ago. Maybe you’ve taken it seriously from the start. Perhaps your loved one or even you are “immunocompromised” It’s possible that you are absolutely terrified of what the future holds.
Anxiety levels are undoubtedly growing. Understandably so. People have, are and will die from this. Throughout almost every nation on this planet. Thoughts of our own mortality don’t sit comfortably. “Don’t be so morbid!” Aren’t we invincible? Don’t these things just affect everyone else except me?
These anxieties can cause many things. Quite often the primary outworking of anxiety is fear. Fear of what will happen. Fear because I can’t control it. Fear because members of my family are immunocompromised. Fear because this whole thing is way over my head. Fear at a time like this is completely understandable. Allow yourself to feel it. It doesn’t make you weak – it makes you human.
Yet even in fear there are lessons. I’m not going to go into faith or spirituality because you are you. You have your own beliefs and things you cling to in a crisis.
The fact that life is a fragile thing is a sobering thought. Yet the fact that life is a fragile thing ought to prompt us to a greater appreciation of all that life is. Of all that life can be. Of how blessed we are and have been.
If I’m told to self – isolate at home, I have a home in which to self- isolate. I have a fridge containing food. I have enough toilet rolls. Life is a fragile thing. But I am blessed. And chances are if you’re reading this you’re pretty damn blessed too.
We are selfish but
Global pandemic killing people all over the world and we decide to start royal rumbles in supermarkets over Andrex four packs. We can’t go to church, pubs or play sport but we’ll be able to clean our bums until 2024. Oh and eat pasta, rice and bread. Trust us. In times of crisis turn to carbohydrates. Let’s just hope we’re all getting enough fibre to need those toilet rolls.