Monday...re-opening

It is Monday.  Get over it.

I survived the morning -- it's always a struggle.  You know, motivating yourself to get out of bed, generate momentum to get through the day, then the week. 

It's tougher during this quarantine thing.

Then there's the eternal confusion about what people are thinking.

For instance, New Jersey is opening up their beaches, with all sorts of supposed codicils, next weekend (it's Memorial Day, a traditional go-to-the-beach in the mid-Atlantic weekend). 

So, you think: okay, beach.  Lots of space, lots of room for social distancing.  You don't have to touch anyone.  Fine. 

Then I see a picture from a boardwalk in some small town I've never heard of and it is of a line of people waiting to get their beach passes.  It must be 100 people deep.  No space between them in line.  I don't see a lot of what look like masks.  What the fuck are you people thinking?!?!!?!?  You want to go to the beach so bad you're willing to risk getting this shit1?!?!!?!?!?!?

It's depressing.

Look, 85,000 people in this country of died (and that number is probably low, acc to all kinds of people who think we haven't counted everyone who's died of it) and over a million have had it, or still do.

It ain't nothing.  It ain't a hoax. 

It kills people.  Lots of them.

And if it doesn't kill you, it may ruin your lungs forever. 

But, what the heck, let's line up with a bunch of unmasked strangers for our beach passes.  La-di-da.

I wonder if our ancestors did this with the plague.  You know, "Everyone around has this thing that gives you a fever and kills you, but let's go down and hang out at the pub because I couldn't stand to go a night without me pint."  I wonder.

The thing is, even 100 years ago with the Spanish flu, virology was not as sophisticated as it is today -- they didn't know what they were fighting. 

You think if you told them "you stay home, wear a mask if you have to go out and meet someone, wash your hands a lot, stay six feet away" they would have said "but I need my beach pass" or "I need to party" or "my hair looks bad?"

One wonders.  If they had, I suspect we wouldn't all be here.

And that's today's Monday depression.  Good luck with yours.