I really don’t understand the people who refuse to wear masks and act like it’s the end of the world.
If you have a condition that prevents that, fine, more power to you. Which, when you think about it, probably makes it even more necessary for the rest of us to wear ours: to help protect those who can’t.
I am aware that face masks won’t exactly “clobber” the virus into submission. But it certainly doesn’t hurt to wear one to prevent you from spreading anything to someone else. And as my mom says, it’s also a sign of respect; that you care about others enough to make sure they don’t get your germs.
Still, the masks are just a part of all this. Wash your hands, keep your distance, stay home if you do feel sick – all of this. It all works together in making sure that this thing will some day be a thing of the past.
We’ve gone from the brink of WWIII (January) and Australia being on fire (February) to being in the midst of a pandemic (March), dealing with killer hornets (April) and now, the United States is on fire (May-June).
It has been…a lot.
Like, 2020 has been pulling no punches and just keeps dishing stuff out. It’s crazy, man. I am all up for joining Anemone under the sea at this point.
On a more serious note, I have already posted my thoughts about everything that’s going on over on Facebook, but to sum it up here:
Now is NOT the time for all lives matter. Now is the time for Black Lives Matter. Now is the time to give Black people the microphone. Period.
I really, really hope something good comes out of all this, and that everyone participating in the protests stay safe.
Derek Chauvin and his fellow cops can rot.
Donald Trump needs to take an exit. Or least have his Twitter taken away.
George Floyd. Breonna Taylor. Tony McDade. Say their names.
It would feel a bit remiss to not at least mention something here about it. Now is the time to learn and listen. Believe me, I’m doing both.
And the answer is – yes, I really can’t draw dartboards. Looks like I’ll have to add it the list, alongside cars.
In all seriousness, though, I do need a therapist to get my anxiety under control. And I am in the process of looking for one. It’s not as easy as I would’ve hoped, and it does honestly feel like I’m throwing darts at a dartboard hoping that one will stick. I just don’t want to make the wrong choice.
Oh, and also I don’t know what Quincy is either. I…just liked the way he looked. So, here he is.
I seriously need to introduce some characters. I still introduce Dot’s monster friends. And get back to her storyline.