I hate to admit it but I’d love to go back to Covid times where I was forced to stay in my house and never leave. I don’t want people dying but I’m so fucking tired.
It wasn’t any different for me. I was one of those so-called “essential workers”. I still had to go to work. When I wasn’t at work, I stayed home and layed in bed and played games. People talked about isolation and loneliness and I was just thinking " First time, is it?".
I honestly loved covid. Am I crazy? I got to stay in with my girl, be comfy, work from home, then watch movies and play video games, all with zero fomo.
I lost my grandma during covid and I’d still rather go back to that then this hell scape. At least with Covid I didn’t have to schedule my breakdowns.
Great for me; I’m “neurodivergent” anyway. Perish the thought of being forced to deal with sociopaths and other stressed-out employees I’d need to work with all day, every day until you die? Now that’s my idea of going crazy!..
Many, many people, including myself, embraced the shit out of COVID.
That was a pretty clear sign that our society and way of life sucks.
Pictured: me longing for simpler times
I was almost not at all affected day to day by COVID, I just went to work still because it’s isolated, no mask etc even needed.
But it was soooo much better with less traffic and less people at the stores. Even just, the “one way Aisles” at the stores were so much better. You go in, everything flows so much smoother.
No joke this is me. I had a major surgical procedure a decade ago. It was a 3 day hospital stay to recover. It’s one of the most relaxing, peaceful times of my life, even with all the pain and nurses checking on me. I remember it very fondly.
I had major surgery last year. I was out of work for 2 months. It was the greatest decompression break from work ever, except I went back a week early and before I was really physically ready because I was only getting about 1/4 of my normal paycheck from disability and I was super broke (luckily I had managed to save up enough to pay my rent in advance). I read lots of books and stayed up all night playing video games and looking outside at the night sky.
It really sucked in other ways. I had 2 entire months where I only spoke to another human maybe 5-6 times and most of those were a coworker who knew I was lonely and would call me during downtime on their shift to check in and see how my recovery was going. It really highlighted how alone and invisible I am in this world and there’s nothing quite so sad as being like well my surgeon says I can’t lift any weight but I have to get groceries into my apartment somehow and take my trash across the complex to the cans and I have literally no one to ask to do that so I guess I’ll just pray I don’t rip open all my incisions and eviscerate myself.
What’s struck me is how in America, the reality is the opposite of those fantasies. What’s that? The nation’s capital is being stormed by fascists attempting to kidnap lawmakers and overthrow the electoral process? And I’m still expected to just work like it’s just a normal day??
I was literally stuck in a fucking Zoom meeting watching the insurrection in another window. Fuck this timeline.
Can confirm. This is me. Especially after the last two years. Everything just feels so hopeless, and I’m expected to spend most of my waking hours feeding a system that gleefully kicks us in the teeth every single day.
My therapist told me that, in fact, it’s not normal to wish to be hit by a bus on the way to work every morning just so you could escape from going to work.
I am bad about not looking when I cross at crosswalks. Someone asked me about it once, “If they hit me hard enough it won’t be my problem anymore.”
Watch for when Zombie/apocalypse movies start getting popular again.
It’s absolutely a sign of mass despair at “the system”.
Zombies make everyone equal again. The executive actually becomes dead weight compared to folks who have spent their lives doing physical or practical labour.
Is that not a normal feeling? Because I felt that way long before things got this bad.
i have always attributed this feeling to the fact we live in a system where our contributions dont really matter, as in that we only work for a number to go up, and not because its actually needed (with few exceptions)
tldr: i think its capitalisms fault.
as alwaysi think our society is making us work in a similar way that a bodybuilder works out: it’s just about making [these muscles / that business] grow, even though they serve no purpose and could just as well just not exist, and things would be equally fine, but for whatever reason, we’ve made it a beauty ideal that these things are as big as possible, so we must max them! every! single! day!
“We’ve reached a point where Americans would rather the world fall apart than get off their cowardly asses and do something.”
It’s always the same
The fact that plenty of them, most famously that poster-boy for 'Murican shit Henry Ford was a huge fan of Hitler and his bullshit gets glossed over
They sat out the war until they were pushed
And it will happen again and again, even when the problem is in their own house
I think one of the biggest issues is that nothing is real anymore. 90% of what 90% of us do is utterly meaningless. For the average person, life is entirely solved. Our problems are mostly by choice, be it ours or someone else’s. The only real things in our lives are tragedies that we’d never have been able to prevent or resolve anyway.
An apocalypse is enticing because then our actions would have direct consequences. Right now, the consequences of our actions are filtered and diffused through a trillion layers of bullshit where the positive and negative effects are basically invisible unless you make a ridiculous amount of money very quickly, or like, kill someone with your car.
I like to refer to this state as “Existential Apathy”.
At some point, you just stop giving a shit and want to stop having to pretend to give a shit more than anything else.
Yes but somehow I would guess people in war zones, say for example in Ukraine, somehow wish for this boring normality we seem to be tired of. I try to think of that every time i seem too tired of the grind. Though in some way, I think everybody matters more in a war than in a peaceful economy
The ol’ grass is greener on the other side paradox. I get it though, I sometimes catch myself thinking it. I don’t even hate my job, it’s just exhausting for reasons I’m working to resolve.
That’s why I never really fell into religion. Like 10 times in recent history, the apocalypse or rapture was supposed to happen; people were clapping their hands for Jesus’ return, thinking they’d be chosen to ascend or go wherever. For how long exactly? Have they always been like this? I can’t help but stand there wondering if those people aren’t wrapped too tight and loose with reality; they kind of worry me. It’s like they actually want the world to end every waking day, and they believe it.
I was told my entire life that “the apocalypse will set us free”
They meant rapture. I have leaned into the idea of it meaning the societal collapse of climate change will bring about liberation.
The question is free from what? Free from scrounging and fighting for survival? Absolutely not. Free from modern medicine? That’s a guarantee
i always figured those folk were jim jonesing it
You don’t need an apocalypse to do that
I mean, being killed in water war II after decades of suffering can be considered a liberation, but that’s not a great type of liberation
