Protesting the Tidal Wave
So this is hard, huh? I’m annoyed with everyone and tired of everything. Including myself. I turn judge-y when I feel deprived. “Why are those cyclists riding in a group? They’re going to get cycling banned.” “Why does she feel the need to buy that much rice? She’s the reason I couldn’t get rice last week. Compulsive hoarder.” Et cetera. And people are judging me, too. I know because they tell me. I’m not covering my face right. I’m accidentally too close to them. There’s a right way to do this catastrophe! Do it right because what you do affects me! Then I read about the people who protested last weekend. I don’t agree with them, to put it mildly. I think they’re advocating for a decision that could reverse our progress and re-ignite the spread of the Covid-19. But I also …