Please Quit Your Judgy Pandemic Behavior
I’m trying to get through my day without screaming, thanks.
Of course, the year I decided to travel around California, living in Airbnbs, coincides with a global pandemic. Any other year, I would be holed up in my apartment practicing social distancing from my co-dependent cat. However, in November last year, I stomped my little feet and balled my fist quite emphatically and shouted to no one in particular, your girl needs an adventure!
A pandemic wasn’t the adventure I had in mind.
So, while I try to decide where to live after I have to leave my temporary home in the high desert in two weeks, there exists no shortage of people who want to tell me that I will die anywhere I go. Don’t go north — are you crazy? Don’t go south — people are dying! Forget east or west! Don’t you even think of going back to Los Angeles! So, what? Do I sit in the middle of the street with my cat carrier and a Ziploc bag of Fancy Feast until conditions improve?
People live to issue their armchair psychology missives on how they would live your life better than you, but it seems as if the virus has ushered in a whole new level of asshole. On any given day, I’ll read articles judging me for being productive, unproductive, sad, or joyful. I’m forever saying and thinking the wrong thing…
