I’m a Gen-Xer, so I’ve spent most of my life moving from one possible apocalypse after another. Nuclear war, droughts, less-nuclear-ish war, fires, hurricanes, financial ruin of various sorts– we’ve even had a few almost-pandemics.
Heck, half the media darlings of the last several decades have been movies and books about the end of the world (or the aftermath). I’ve had a front-row seat to how this could play out more times than I’d like to count.
But having spent the effort of worrying in advance… doesn’t actually help me much now.
No one is acting at all like the stories.
So I’m torn between making sure I’m watching things like a hawk, reading and listening and soaking as much into my brain as I can– or not. There is very very little I can personally do other than stay home and wait.
Is it better, in the long run, to step back and stop listening to things I can’t control? To just let the apocalypse pass me by and hear about it second-hand and past-tense?
I think it might be.
This week I’m trying to burrow my head into website updates, Graveyard Keeper and Stardew Valley (since I can’t play Animal Crossing), and not hit F5 on the coronavirus.
Next week will be the beginning of the ‘bad’ weeks for my state if the numbers act as expected. So I’m taking a mini-staycation from reality until then.
Here’s hoping I see you on the far end of forever!
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