Sakuangshi Walling
It’s hard to understand a global pandemic when we do not trust anything on the news and certainly not something that is trending.
We think it’s all overblow until it’s not or until someone coughs in our presence even though they just have a tickle in their throat.
We now look at them like outbreak patient because our modern society does not know how to act and react to real things in our world.
It’s all about how it looks and containment of facts, instead of virus, as well all become flummoxed with the separation between seemingly correct graphs and charts and exaggeration and twisted docudrama causing widespread panic.
Maybe we have watched too many ends of the world television shows and read too many world destructions books or maybe we are all too careless buying a bunch of drinks to sock our time away instead of working on a plan that will keep us safe, and mean time we also connected to the ones we love.
And are not that what matters now? Whether this is underreported or overblown, those that are close to us and keeping them safe.
Without building a bunker to store hand sanitizer and toilet paper rolls when that does not even make sense and only makes it harder for others to prevent spreading the same thing, we are trying to wash off our hands.
Take this time in isolation to know who we really care about in this odd time of panic and reality spawned through news cycles and political lenses designed to twist and brace for an ill-formed election by using this pandemic as a talking point and not as a way to come together, as agenda seems to be the most important factor in the distribution of information.
The hardest part is the confusion because none of us know what infotainment is actually fact and which is hyped-up exaggeration, scratching to be noticed before another clickbait hyperbolic headline gets clicked first.
And there we sit, glassy eyed, nose itching wondering if we are the problem or if we are watching the problem play out 24x7 on the internet and in newsrooms.
I really want to stay informed and understand that the best thing to do is to stay safe, without locking our doors, and replaying episodes of the walking dead in our head since that was for sure not fiction and this virus will definitely create zombies but the funny thing is, somewhere deep inside I probably think that is possible because the fits of sign and physical panic have me seconds, as we try to look away but yet again, get pulled into another story about how to stay safe by spreading purell all over our body and covering that in soap.
I am just so confused and wonder if everything that I feel is psychosomatic or if the throat with a faint tickle because of a peanut glitch is really the throat of a virus laden, housebound, adult person who just could not make sense of anything and chose to stay inside, except to walk his dog, for fear of the known unknow virus.
