I’m done of it…

There’s a point in the middle of just about any new regime; dieting, quitting drinking/smoking/procrastinating; that everything gets boring. The enthusiasm we may have felt at the onset of the quest has worn off, the results aren’t as exciting as we had hoped and we are ‘effing’ done of it. I think that’s the point we’ve reached in this self isolation thing – we are ‘effing’ done of hiding in our houses, sick of virtual hugs and weary of the whole damned pandemic.  And this a dangerous place to be – we didn’t come this far to blow it now.

Spring has arrived – cherry trees laden with heavy pink blossoms line the streets, gardens are popping with tulips and daffodils and the weather is perfect…. so perfect in fact that it’s bad news. This past weekend brought people out in droves and I felt personally offended.  I’ve been in isolation long enough to be cranky – I find it annoying as hell to see other people boldly walking where they were asked not to go.

We are supposed to be staying at home as much as possible right now.  We are not supposed to be congregating in parks, drinking beers with buddies around a fire pit or letting our guard down in any of the fashions that might be appealing on a sunny Sunday afternoon.  We are supposed to be hunkered down until the powers that be blow the whistle and release us from our compounds. 

It’s hard to take these restrictions seriously when our virus ‘numbers’ seem so low.  It’s hard to isolate when we are lonely and the outside world is so seductive.  What difference will one gathering make in the grand scheme of things?  The situation can’t be that dire anymore, what harm could one picnic do?  In truth I don’t know what difference anything makes – I am not the scientist here, I am not one of the powers that be. What I do know is that those powers and scientists think it’s important for us to stay hunkered for a while longer.  

It isn’t important to agree with the restrictions but it is important to try to follow the rules – it’s those very rules that have kept our numbers low and that will probably make our return to the real world that much sooner.

I know this is a preachy post – I’m cranky. If isolation escapees start running amok right now none of us will get out of here anytime soon.  Everyone is experiencing the same sense of disconnect and loneliness – we are all in this together and we are all  ‘effing’ done of this pandemic… I am ‘effing’ done of it.