I wouldn't mind another shutdown. Really.
So, I'm wondering what's coming in the next couple of months. I've heard some mutterings about another shutdown because of the 'rona, and I still think they're trying to drag out the summer tourist season for as much green as they can rake in until the inevitable happens.
And it's pretty much going to be inevitable. I mean, there's literally no other way to get this shit under control, and in the meantime, the rest of the world is picking up the pieces, putting them back in place, and moving on. And yet, here we are, still trying to get a far too large percentage of the population to just put on a goddamn mask and be a decent human being.
And if I'm honest, I'd still put my money on enough dumb fucks screwing up shutdown 2.0 that it still won't be effective enough to stop this shit, but hey, we're 'Muricans, if we don't learn our lesson after getting kicked in the balls eight or ten dozen times, then, well, I guess we'll just keep getting kicked in the balls.
And I'm gonna stop myself right there, because that's a whole nother rant, and I'm so tired of railing against fucking morons that I just don't feel like doing it tonight.
So, I'm just gonna go on the record and say, I really hope that there is another shutdown, and soon. Not because I want the economy to crash (since it already did that), or anything.
I just want to shut down again because the last one was so fucking nice.
A month plus of having to stay home and avoid people was my idea of heaven, no lie. I had like two days of cabin fever, and the rest was a breeze. I stopped hearing the goddamn work phone in my sleep (and I wish I could say that was a permanent change, but no, we're back to answering a phone I hear in my dreams), and I'd love to have some more of that. Not to mention having to actually explain "mandatory county-wide mask order" to these inconsiderate fucks who want to whine about having to wear one.
Look, if I'm honest, I have to point out here that I really just want to stay the fuck away from people. Entirely. Probably for the rest of my life. Yeah, yeah, I'm jaded, I'm bitter with experience, all that, but I really just can't deal with constantly having to be around God's failed biology experiment. My idea of the perfect job includes being a complete hermit until the day I die. And, failing that, I'll happily take some more enforced closedown time just to suck up another month or so of beautiful peace and quiet.
And sure, I'm probably fooling myself that I would use my time more constructively this time around and get all the stuff done around the house that I need to, but I'd at least put in a token effort this time.
But the fact is, that time off spoiled me rotten. I can't claim that I was all that social before we closed, but damn, it was nice not having to see people anymore; not having to deal with bullshit, or rude behavior, or invading my personal space, or screaming kids, or, fuck, anything. Everything. I haven't recovered from my little slice of paradise, and I just really want to go back to it.
And maybe, maybe, if it's done right, and we manage to get the virus contained and beaten, then maybe I wouldn't feel the seething urge to throat punch assholes just for coming here, or at least, not any worse than normal. But knowing how humanity behaves, I don't have a lot of hope that it'll be done correctly this time, either.
Regardless, I personally want another shutdown, just because I want to get away from all this shit for a little while, without having to burn up vacation time to do it. I have my own plans for that, and it has nothing to do with using it to pad my furlough paychecks. Not this time, anyway.
So, in the meantime, I'll keep my teeth gritted, my tongue bitten, and hope that, once summer is played out, at least part of the fall will be spent being intimate with my couch. Again. I'm afraid it thinks I'm cheating on it, and I just want to reassure it that it holds a special place in my heart.
And it's pretty much going to be inevitable. I mean, there's literally no other way to get this shit under control, and in the meantime, the rest of the world is picking up the pieces, putting them back in place, and moving on. And yet, here we are, still trying to get a far too large percentage of the population to just put on a goddamn mask and be a decent human being.
And if I'm honest, I'd still put my money on enough dumb fucks screwing up shutdown 2.0 that it still won't be effective enough to stop this shit, but hey, we're 'Muricans, if we don't learn our lesson after getting kicked in the balls eight or ten dozen times, then, well, I guess we'll just keep getting kicked in the balls.
And I'm gonna stop myself right there, because that's a whole nother rant, and I'm so tired of railing against fucking morons that I just don't feel like doing it tonight.
So, I'm just gonna go on the record and say, I really hope that there is another shutdown, and soon. Not because I want the economy to crash (since it already did that), or anything.
I just want to shut down again because the last one was so fucking nice.
A month plus of having to stay home and avoid people was my idea of heaven, no lie. I had like two days of cabin fever, and the rest was a breeze. I stopped hearing the goddamn work phone in my sleep (and I wish I could say that was a permanent change, but no, we're back to answering a phone I hear in my dreams), and I'd love to have some more of that. Not to mention having to actually explain "mandatory county-wide mask order" to these inconsiderate fucks who want to whine about having to wear one.
Look, if I'm honest, I have to point out here that I really just want to stay the fuck away from people. Entirely. Probably for the rest of my life. Yeah, yeah, I'm jaded, I'm bitter with experience, all that, but I really just can't deal with constantly having to be around God's failed biology experiment. My idea of the perfect job includes being a complete hermit until the day I die. And, failing that, I'll happily take some more enforced closedown time just to suck up another month or so of beautiful peace and quiet.
And sure, I'm probably fooling myself that I would use my time more constructively this time around and get all the stuff done around the house that I need to, but I'd at least put in a token effort this time.
But the fact is, that time off spoiled me rotten. I can't claim that I was all that social before we closed, but damn, it was nice not having to see people anymore; not having to deal with bullshit, or rude behavior, or invading my personal space, or screaming kids, or, fuck, anything. Everything. I haven't recovered from my little slice of paradise, and I just really want to go back to it.
And maybe, maybe, if it's done right, and we manage to get the virus contained and beaten, then maybe I wouldn't feel the seething urge to throat punch assholes just for coming here, or at least, not any worse than normal. But knowing how humanity behaves, I don't have a lot of hope that it'll be done correctly this time, either.
Regardless, I personally want another shutdown, just because I want to get away from all this shit for a little while, without having to burn up vacation time to do it. I have my own plans for that, and it has nothing to do with using it to pad my furlough paychecks. Not this time, anyway.
So, in the meantime, I'll keep my teeth gritted, my tongue bitten, and hope that, once summer is played out, at least part of the fall will be spent being intimate with my couch. Again. I'm afraid it thinks I'm cheating on it, and I just want to reassure it that it holds a special place in my heart.