GINTA: Dreaming about better days helps us get through the present ones
THE PEOPLE I KNOW are now unequally divided in two groups. The first, by far the largest, is composed of those who take physical distancing to heart and roll with it the best they can, offering people around them spoonfuls of optimism and hope for their presently leaky cups.
The second group, much smaller, is comprised of those who distance themselves but grumblingly so, calling this a folly for the most part, arguing that it will destroy the economy and really, ‘Just think about it,’ they say, ‘it’s just another flu.’ They have a few lists of, ‘This is how many people died of _____’ ready to share. When I point out the obvious (contagiousness, deadly complications) they reply, ‘Yes, but still. It’s not Ebola or the plague.’
I lump myself confidently with the first group for many reasons. This COVID-19 situation is an equation with many unknowns and the race to unpack this micro-monster is on. (Micro in size, monster in everything else.) But we must rely on the smallest scraps of patience until we learn more and do all that we can to reduce the risk to us and everyone in the community. Some days are better than others, but we are in it together, no?
A friend sent me an article about the fact that physical distancing might last until 2022. I almost wanted to throw my laptop out the window. I’ll save the article for a day when I’ll feel up to it and my eyes won’t tear up so bad. I am still learning to live with this much uncertainty, so I ought to choose what to focus on.