You learn a lot about people in difficult times. Somebody I never suspected of sensitivity and great people skills (and that’s putting it mildly) suddenly came through for me in a really big way and unasked, which is important because I don’t have the mental resources to ask anybody for anything. Somebody I suspected of being an idiot showed she’s an even bigger idiot. A former friend with whom I’d had a falling out and didn’t talk to for several years is now back to being a friend.
I deleted half of my Twitter feed because for some strange reason people can’t sit it out if an issue is of no interest to them. It’s perfectly fine to have nothing to say but if you are driven to comment, it might be a good idea not to be an asshole. And by the way, “there is no war, this is fake news” has absolutely become a thing in the US. Just as I expected.
Also, I really don’t appreciate the endless questions of “but why do you care if you didn’t want to live there in the first place?” I’m not a freak for caring. If you can really imagine the place where you grew up being bombed into rubble and not care, then maybe you are the freak.
Everybody on this blog has been great and very supportive. I appreciate all comments and the discussions because the time I spend on the blog is the time I don’t spend staring at footage of severed body parts online.
This hit me very hard, people. The only way not to let it hit you hard is to disassociate, and I’ve spent too much time learning not to do that to now go back.
God, I’d really like to go back to worrying about the mask mandates right now.