I’ve been out of the house 2 times in the last 12 weeks. I’m both happy and scared about things reopening. I don’t know how things will ever be the same. I guess they won’t.
I’ve sat in this apartment hoping I would not get sick and die and that my friends and family would not get sick and die. While so many others decided to go out and blatantly didn’t care. They call it a hoax, or against their rights, or whatever was convenient to say to get what they wanted. They protested and march around with guns, holding signs saying they need a haircut. Yeah, well I need a haircut too but I don’t think it’s worth anyone’s life. Well, maybe it was worth theirs, but it’s not worth mine.
People make me feel sad and tired and I find it hard to care about them as people. They seem so determined to self destruct. To work hard to get nothing and have all their rights taken away and do nothing to stop it. Then when asked to stay home for a few months, suddenly they feel the need to stand up for themselves. The world is truly a sad place at the moment. I sure hope July looks better. I hope all these people who need life-endangering haircuts can get them and then STFU and go home.
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