I found myself getting really worked up this morning. And guess what one of my healthier outlets for that is?
This post may not sit well with everyone. I’m aware that the whole coronavirus/quarantine situation is highly personal in some aspects. Different states have different rules (which is infuriating to me… but I digress). There are a lot of unknowns. True leadership and direction has been severely lacking, at least on a federal level.
But if you care to seek real facts about this disease, and what’s recommended to “flatten the curve,” they’re out there.
And guess what? I don’t think the recommendations say anything about “When you just can’t take it anymore…. when you’re just too bored… it’s over!”
It’s not over. I don’t know when it’ll be over. But it’s definitely not today.
And yet, several states have begun relaxing their restrictions. Businesses are starting to reopen, albeit with restrictions on services and contact. Is it too soon?
Personally, I think we are in for a rude awakening in the form of a second wave of illnesses, especially when you consider all the protests that have gone on the past few weeks, where hardly anyone is protecting themselves. Not to mention states like mine that decided to make people choose between their lives and casting their vote last month.
There is one “group” in particular that I feel is really struggling to grasp the severity of the situation. I say this from personal experience, as well as countless anecdotes from my friends.
WHAT IS UP WITH THE BOOMERS?
I’ll go ahead and start with mine. My parents have been forced to continue to go into work this entire time. I hate it. Especially because my mom has a rare chronic but non-aggressive form of leukemia. I consider her to be vulnerable. But I can’t make her get a doctor’s note and try to stay home. My dad can’t stay home. So they go to work, they go to the store. It sounds like they don’t do too much else, thankfully, but as restrictions in Ohio are easing, I don’t know what that means for them.
What I do know, is that they’ve gotten together with my brother and his fiancé the past two weekends. This hasn’t concerned me too much. I know my brother works at home and has been pretty isolated, and I’m just not going to say a lot about his fiancé. She is a nurse. I love her, but I don’t feel it’s my place to talk about her situation and her choices. That sounds bad/ominous and it’s NOT, it’s just really, I’m not going to talk about her.
But the other 3, get ready — cuz Imma about to throw some people under the bus.
I’m looking for my head this morning. It blew off my body when I texted my mom to check in and she responded with asking me if I was interested in going to DESTIN, FL for Memorial Day weekend because “they were talking about it.”
In case you have lost track of time, like so many of us have, that is NEXT WEEKEND.
I live in Wisconsin, and our shelter in place order won’t even be possibly lifted until May 26. It’s being challenged in court by some super special people, but as of today, that’s where it stands.
So, my first reaction was to respond with “Well… thanks so much, but state rules say I probably shouldn’t do that right now.”
I then went to inquire with my dad and brother, separately, as to WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON.
Just last Wednesday, my dad posted this on Facebook:
CLASSIC Boomer Facebook post, amirite?!
So, when I texted him, I said, “I just wanted to know what happened between last Wednesday and now in your head?!”
Then to my brother, “Destin… really?” feeling like that pretty much summed it up.
I know. To them, I am this:
I’m sure they think I am hysterical. Reactionary. Whatever. If Jesus isn’t going to take the wheel, SOMEONE has to!
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY THINKING?
My mom said, “I know this sounds crazy, but this is all making me crazier.”
Obviously. You live in the woods. Go for a hike! It’s not like we do a beach vacation every year and so this year it’s just killing us not to do one. You’re INVENTING needs.
And they’re not the only ones- far from it!
I have heard so many ridiculous things from my friends. Parents trying to lure them over with “Easter baskets” (we’re in our 30s!). Friends who went to drop off Mother’s Day cheer only to basically be taken hostage inside the residence.
WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!
And I get it. It is hard. Times are tough, and things are not normal. But c’mon. In all the aforementioned examples, these people aren’t living on their own. And the Boomer generation grew up writing letters! There was no email or FaceTime. Why can’t you do this now?!
Not to brag, but Luke and I really miss camping and festivals, so this weekend, we made a fort in our living room like 5-year-olds and “camped out” while streaming live music all weekend. It was pretty awesome! And I enjoyed the indoor plumbing, lack of insects and ability to order a damn pizza. GET CREATIVE.
I really hope they don’t seriously consider doing this trip, y’all. Maybe I’ve been just killjoy enough to get them to reconsider. Maybe they were never that serious.
I implore you.