We were at Adonis in Quebec. It was Easter Friday. The third wave began to grow rapidly, and I wanted to gut everyone.
Already the crowd – especially in the shops – and the queues terrified me, the number of people there and their disrespect for a minimum of distancing repelled me.
Not so much because of the fear of contracting COVID, but because, as usual, my neighbor’s lack of common sense infuriated me. In particular, here’s one of my next.
For the third time in less than a minute, an elderly woman bent down in front of us, grazed us, breathing about three inches from my fiancée’s face through a mask that looked more like a pocket square, barely holding onto his face, as pathetic as rotting old thongs that have lost all its elasticity.
The fourth time I exploded. Awkwardly. Too strong. Without warning. “A little space, maybe respect?” The lady replied that I was “asleep.” I also dealt with a conspirator. My sweet, ashamed, ran away from the tzatziki, and I shouted loudly at the lady who “conducted her research.” fuck you, # & @ * crazy! “
Also gorgeous. Immerse yourself in pandemic social anxiety.
“Ahh … David and the people,” our friend wrote an inspiring anecdote to a discussion group on Messenger. This is the phrase that has crossed my mind most often in this conversation since the beginning of the pandemic. My friends know that I love them, but in general I have more and more unhappiness with people. And especially considering that the past months have largely fueled my irritability. Not to mention my misanthropy.
The amount of bullshit that was said and done on the internet and elsewhere didn’t help. I almost quit Facebook, banished myself from Instagram, and only visited Twitter as an inconspicuous and inconspicuous bird. But what came to me, in spite of this, demonstrations, gurus, theses for five cents, that’s what ultimately caused me royally disgust for an entire section of the supposedly civilized human race.
To another friend, I confessed: “I really don’t know how I will be able to start living in society again. He replied, “Me too. But I still do not understand if he is talking about him or about me.
Both, I guess.
While businesses are reopening their doors, friends and acquaintances who work there all describe to me scenes of customer intolerance, unsightly and scandalous gestures that have nothing to do with sanitary rules. Impatience has won us over. He takes citizenship from a cold.
Also, after months of daydreaming about meeting people, I found my enthusiasm to wane considerably.
Let me explain it all simply: we have undoubtedly lost the habit of the other. And any concept of otherness.
Online life is simple. You can resist categorically. We can ignore. You can scream outrage. But life in society consists of dozens of small mitigating measures that we impose on ourselves so as not to catch the eye of our neighbors. Modesty. Detention. The realization that living in a common physical space comes with certain inconveniences … which are not always worth resenting or crushing a bun.
The trouble is that impoliteness cultivates impoliteness. I was already struggling to endure it. My intolerance for lack of citizenship, in turn, deprives me of citizenship. Thus, we enter a spiral of verbal abuse and disgusting behavior that unfortunately prevails in public in this almost post-pandemic era.
For the past 15 months, I have missed the ones I love. Very much. I don’t miss the rest of society that much. Rumored to be, yes. I also watched the discussions. A collective movement that people form, I find happy. But I’m afraid that the pandemic has made us capricious, intolerant of what everyone personally thinks stupid. And what I fear most is that it has made us unable not to be angry with it.
Here I am not even talking about all those whom we saw on the net who proved impossible theses, declared that we live in a dictatorship, or openly challenged the authorities by refusing sanitary measures. I’m talking more about family, friends. The people we know, whom we got to know differently during the crisis, and with whom we will also have to make peace. If we do not decide to remove them from our lives.
Then returning to normal may not be as festive and daring as we thought. We cannot immediately throw ourselves into the arms of all our brothers, as in the images of euphoria from the end of the war.
Thus, the fact that deconfinement is progressive is undoubtedly a good thing. This will allow us to quietly tame ourselves. This will be another long COVID. The one who will ask us for time to recover from the pandemic, but in our heads.