I think the scariest thing about Coronavirus is how unpredictable it is. Some people get exposed without getting sick. Some people get exposed and become sick immediately while others can walk around for weeks without feeling the least bit ill while spreading the virus to others. For some people, it’s a death sentence and, for others, it’s just a shitty couple of weeks. We can’t easily predict what the virus is going to do and that’s a scary thing.
It also means that we don’t know when our lockdowns are going to end. We don’t know what type of world we will be entering after the virus has run its course. Worst of all, we don’t know who is still going to be in that world. When you see the statistics and the projections, it’s easy to imagine that, whenever this does end, every survivor will have lost someone to the virus. I’m not ashamed that I find that to be a scary thought.
It’s got me thinking about the way I talk to people. It’s got me thinking about all the times that I’ve wanted to say something but I haven’t because I always figured there would be a better time in the future. This pandemic is making me think about not just the way that we make assumptions about other people but also the way that we speak to each other. At times like this, we should be aware that anything we say to another human being could potentially be the last thing that we ever say to that person. It’s a terrible thought but that’s the world that we’re living in right now.
I wish my thoughts were happier right now but they’re not. I’m happy to be isolated with people who I love but I’m also missing my family up north and across the ocean. I can’t wait to see everyone again, in person. Take care of yourselves.