I miss Normal Life.
You know, that time when we could go places and do fun things and not have nightmares about giving Covid-19 to someone we love.
I miss things being as they are supposed to be. Not this misshapen version of life.
The dead people — over 197,000 in the USA — I want them alive. I want all the broken hearts to be whole again.
I want my innocence back — I did not want to know all the things about people. The selfishness. The ignorance. The racism.
It all hurts my heart.
I want to do my own version of twirling again.
And I can’t.
I thought I would venture out in settings I considered careful — to twirl around the show ring with my dogs.
And then I saw photos of a Berner person proudly showing her dog with her silly gauze mask on her chin.
That is the kind of person I would need to trust.
I pulled my entries.
If my tribe is wrong about masks, all that has happened is we have worn masks.
If her tribe is wrong about masks, people die.
I do not get it. Wouldn’t one put up with something annoying and inconvenient if it might save a life?
Like a seat belt?
A designated driver?
A stop sign?
A Building Inspector?
A leash?
You know what I wish?
I wish they cared.
About the dead people and all the broken hearts.
About how their ___________ (insert any number of unflattering character traits) is ruining things for the rest of us in small ways — and devastating ways.
I miss Normal Life but even more, I miss the peace of mind I used to have twirling through the world…
…not knowing I was surrounded by people who would happily kill others with their ignorance.
Their very intentional ignorance.
Pandemic Life is exhausting and sad, isn’t it? For so many reasons.