I’m riding the Coronavirus wave like everyone else and spending unhealthy amounts of time scrolling through Facebook or Instagram, looking for that one gem of wisdom that will make it all ok.
From what I can see, there are some very distinct philosophies to answer the question on everyone’s mind: “Why the Eff Are We Going Through This?”
(none of which make it ok by any stretch of the imagination, but here goes)
Unhinged Conversations on the Internet
1. The world is being taken over by aliens and we best let them arrest the bad Illuminati people whilst we wait at home for the big announcement.
2. Mother earth has had it with us and while she detoxes, we are all in a timeout for being bad.
3. Survival of the fittest is reducing the surface population.
4. A group of bad people have created this virus in a lab as part of their biological warfare to get their grubby mitts on the world’s resources.
Which one would you choose? I’m going with Number none-of-those-choices. Number 2 is the most palatable and number 4 seems plausible, but nauseating. That’s a discussion for another day.
Anywho, let’s move on to family and friend conversations.
Unhinged Conversations with Loved Ones
I texted my Dad to ask what he thinks of all this craziness. He answers with a distinctly Buddhist flavour—he’s observing it all with non-attachment. If there is a situation I want to get all panicky about, he is no help whatsoever. Dad, the world is coming to an end. Eleanor, I am of the world, not in it. Good talk, Dad.
Talking to my mom about things I want to get panicky about is equally frustrating. When I tried to caution her against going out, she had refused to give up her yoga and extra curricular classes a few days ago. I’m going to continue to live my life, she said. Until this morning when she texted me that her yoga and all other classes had been canceled. Take that, mom! (no, but seriously I’m relieved she’ll be saved from herself).
It’s exhausting trying to get either of my parents to take things seriously. I’m always the one drilling it into their head that they need to be cautious. They shake their head and wonder where I got my doomsday approach from.
I got it from them. They have conveniently forgotten my entire upbringing.
Next up, my dearly unhinged friends. They are obsessing about how little food is on the shelves and encouraging me to go out and stock up. Make sure you stock up! Make sure you have supplies. Make sure you’re READY.
After reading their texts and having bone rattlingly stressful conversations, I run to the cupboard and mentally calculate how many days I can survive on what is there before I collapse and my pet starts eating my face.
Overall, I love staying in contact with my family and friends and loved ones. I love laughing at the memes about toilet paper (although that’s getting a little old now guys). I love being close to my partner and spending time with him and hanging out.
I also have moments where my mind starts to short circuit from all the what ifs.
I stare out the window and go down the very darkest black holes. I start to 100% believe all the scenarios about aliens and warfare and mayhem and shortage and apocalypse.
Then I come to and shake my head and turn on the TV or read my funny novel and read about fictional, funny scenarios. I laugh again and feel more grounded.
And I even start to believe everything is going to be ok. Because it is.
As my Dad so wisely and with such Buddhist-like inner calm says, yes, we’ll keep in touch as we ride it out, all 7 billion of us.
What kinds of conversations are you having? I would love to hear about it! Share or comment.