I am trying to think of something I would like to talk about… and I genuinely struggled.
Not that I am running out of idea of what to write on Mondays, because I have a list of things I want to cover… but my mind is not here today. Or… these past couple of weeks, actually.
I worry. A lot.
I haven’t felt like this since the beginning of lock down six months ago. SIX MONTHS!! Has it been half a year now? No wonder people are just so anxious to go back to our life before all this happened.
Thing is… I know things will never be the same again. COVID will stay with us, like it or not. The only way to minimise the damage is by being extra vigilant, and get disciplined. Wash hands, wear mask. And seriously… keep your distance, people…. Bloody hell…
Anyway… yeah. I have to admit I have been piling up on crisps lately because somehow I need the comfort of my snacks. I still counted the calories, but really… not the best way of getting a healthier lifestyle.
I want us to go on a lockdown again, to be honest. Or at least, put a lockdown measure even though we are not on a lockdown. I want that constant reminder everywhere, on TV, on the street, on the internet that we are not out of the woods yet, and we need to keep doing what we were doing before.
Distance. Cleanliness. Cover your bloody face.
Walking to work has been a nightmare, not because of the wind and the rain, but the people who are just not observing the two metres distance. And they’re not wearing mask either.
Sometimes I used my umbrella as a barrier, because… I don’t know. Safety?
I haven’t seen my family for over two years, and to be brutally honest with you, I want to have a chance to see them one more time. Not trying to sound morbid or anything like that, but I really don’t want to die a miserable death with collapsed lungs and painful everything.
We went on our weekly grocery shopping, and ALDI was packed. I miss the queue, and the customer limitation inside the shop. I did not mind having to be inside the shop alone, adhering to one person one trolley policy, as long as we have safe space inside the store.
We used to take turn, making sure that other customer has finished their business in one section before doing ours. Now some lady would not think twice popping her head in front of mine just to get that tub of butter. Her face was just inches from me.
I don’t like that.
That’s just our situation here in Norwich. My family in Indonesia is not in a better situation either. Mainly because I don’t believe the ‘official’ COVID report there…
The report is bad. But even that, I believe that there are many cases which are not reported. I think the real number is waaay higher than what is reported, and that is just… horrible. I am scared for my family in Indonesia, and scared for my family of two here in Norwich.
Sorry guys for being a downer. I shall disappear for today… I’ll catch up soon…