On a plane in 2022, where I could sit a couple of inches from someone in a sealed tube way up in the sky during a supposedly horror-movie-like sweeping pandemic. That flimsy, dirty mask would allegedly save my life, though.

Daily writing prompt

How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

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The COVID-19 pandemic didn’t affect me as profoundly as it did other people; I never really bought into the utter orchestration of this psychologically-destroying social experiment that brought the entire planet to its knees, and proved to those in great power that we, the sheeple, will accept any propaganda, fear-mongering, and neuro-linguistic programming.  You can’t tell me any differently.  I knew straightaway that this was nothing that evolved or emerged organically.  

Remember the absurdity of the rules, and the goalposts, which kept getting moved around virtually every single day? Heck, while I’m wandering down a most foul memory lane…

Remember the idiocy and transparently nonsensical edict of “stand six feet apart”?  Remember the equally-inane guideline of “Sing `Happy Birthday’ as you wash your hands, that’s how long you should be doing it”?  Remember people glaring at you accusingly and with terror if you so much as cleared your throat or sneezed in public?  Remember people losing their jobs because they wouldn’t agree to what amounted to a federally-mandated, untested vaccine?  Remember how grubby, non-biodegradable Chinese face masks were considered your only prevention against what must surely be an excruciating death just laying in wait for all of us?  Remember how it used to be called coronavirus, and it was elderly people in homes who were succumbing to what was a very bad flu because they were–y’know, old, and respiratory issues are in the top five of what slays The Olds anyway–but they changed it to COVID-19 in ‘20 and painted us all with the same brush, no matter our lifestyles, existing comorbidities, age, genetics, or medical history?  

Remember, Nadya, how some stranger called you a cunt in the supermarket because you weren’t wearing a mask despite it still being the very early days of COVID and masks weren’t yet declared a public-health necessity?

I have written about this quite a bit on this blog, which you are more than welcome to peruse. I would love it if you did, actually.  My main experience with COVID was making the decision on March 1, 2020, to change my life for the better by going to rehab, and eleven days later the entire experience collapsed because of the WHO declaring we could go nowhere and do nothing, and the rehab I was in had no choice but to turn into a quarantined sober-living home where everyone just stayed in and watched movies.  I went home and, over the course of the year, drank more than I probably ever had before.  

I guess I should approach the question, then: How have I adapted to the changes brought on by this pandemic?  It’s bizarre how it just flared up, blanketed the world with terror and confusion, warped and altered everybody’s day-to-day existence, ruined lives, took lives, destroyed homes and businesses, scrambled people’s grip on common sense, and now…poof.  Gone.  Like it never happened at all.  How have I adapted?  I just have.  I never bought into it, I fought the propaganda and lies the entire time, and I’m relieved things are relatively normal again.  I guess the biggest adjustment has been having to deal with the fact that everyone’s mental health has been shaken up forevermore.  People are more paranoid, unhappy, tense, worried, and suspicious.  And why wouldn’t they be?  Look what we were fed on a 24-hour basis for nearly two years.  Nobody went to alternative sources or did a deep dive, they simply glued themselves to mainstream media and allowed the agenda to consume them like a tsunami.  Even writing this, I imagine I will be met with rage and condemnation from those who read this and still believe every word they were told.  

“I know people who died from COVID!” is their only defense against being faced with the truth of the lie.  That’s great.  I know many people who have died as a result of pneumonia, suicide, several types of cancer, Lewy Body Dementia, car accidents, influenza, drug overdoses, and heart disease.  What, pray, is your point?

Many are also quite sheepish, finally understanding how things were orchestrated, and how the wealthiest men in the world absolutely multiplied their net worth during the pandemic while the rest of us proles suffered in every way imaginable.  

I hope something positive has emerged from it, that the public will now start thinking for themselves and not blindly succumb to propaganda and believe everything they are told, but I somehow doubt this will ever be the case.  Put it this way: If I were a sociopath, I would be joining hands with our oligarchs, because I would be a very rich cult leader bleeding people of their savings and sanity.  Abraham Lincoln wasn’t totally accurate: All of the people, all of the time, Abe.