Recently, I haven’t felt the inclination to write as often as I did when the crisis first broke out, which I suppose is indicative that the situation has seemed to reach some kind of plateau. We are still in lockdown and the numbers are still staggeringly high, but perhaps we are getting used to this now. The adaptations we needed to make to our lives are becoming the “new routine”.
“Emotional roller-coaster” is a metaphor frequently used to describe the past few weeks for each of us. There have been some very low points, but also plenty of encouraging examples of humankind and communities coming together.
Promptly followed-up by more low points.
Then more hope.
But the problem with roller-coasters, though, is that if you stay on them indefinitely, you will get dizzy, and sick.
Over thirty days into the official lock-down and myself – like many – are prone to feeling a little bit fed up.
That’s not to say we disagree with what we are doing and why we are doing it. I would far rather remain in lock-down and get this sorted for good, than race out under a false start and experience thousands more needless deaths.
But, I am still getting a bit tired and a bit weary of being on the roller-coaster at all. Especially when it’s one none of us needed to still be on; kept here by a mechanical fault that wasn’t inspected thoroughly enough before they opened up the fair to swathes of thrill-seekers. A failure to adhere to basic hygiene on the other side of the world, or a leaked experiment in a lab (or whatever theory you choose to believe. My jury is out, to be honest. All I know is that I’m extremely annoyed by whatever the source is).
Whatever you believe, this pandemic could – and should – have been avoided, and I think that is the most infuriating part about all of this. Millions of people all over the world have sacrificed their lives, their jobs, their homes, their relationships and their mental health, for something that didn’t actually need to happen.
And I’m not sure any kind of penalty will ever be enough to atone for that.
And so yes, whilst on the whole we may be “coping”, whilst we may be keeping “strong” as we get used to our new normal, I think it’s critically important that every now and then, when we feel a little queasy from the many twists and turns, that we remind ourselves that we are experiencing a global trauma that will impact on each of us in very different ways, for years to come. And we didn’t need to be. And so it’s perfectly okay to feel piffed off about it every now and then. Even to cry about it.
I’m looking forward to whatever day we can finally get off this roller-coaster, and head towards something else at the fair which has much less motion.
The candyfloss stand would be perfect.