Picture it.. 2020.. New York City..
The year was 2020.
My City. New York City. Center of the WORLD (#sorrynotsorry SORRY TEXAS, When you get the attractions we get, then you can talk). A desolate city..
Seeing this.. The death upon death. Bosses I knew who passed who I worked with on the department, to people who I worked with contracting it, to closer to home, my ex girlfriends mother, to my other ex (who I wrote about ad nausem) about who died from this. This changed your mindset. People dying all around you.
People walking around wearing this:
You did not know what was going on. Did not know when you were going to be next.
So while all this was going on, dumb ass me finds a sliver of hope in this hell
But the relationship I was in was the hell on Earth (both at home and with her). A rock and a hard place. So thinking that there is somehow, somewhere I can find a silver lining.. Only silver lining I got was I made it out with my life, and my family still in tact and not affected by the virus.
So how has it changed me? The mentality of people who live here, who they "LISTEN" to, and the actions taken.
You had this..And This..
You had people DYING from this. Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers, Daughters, Sons, NEIGHBORS, FRIENDS, COWORKERS.. And YET..You wanted to keep shit open. To go against Social Distancing, and you INSULT, INTIMIDATE, AND ASSAULT Someone because your TALKING HEADS are calling Covid a FUCKING JOKE.
How did it change me? It made me hate people more than I normally do. Im still going to wear my mask, you can lie to me and tell me your vaccinated. I dont want to see your card, I dont want to see proof. Thats your business...
(AS OF THIS AFTERNOON - 1400 HRS - 6/3/21 - .44% Positivity Rate NYC)