Restrictions lifted a little at the end of last week where I live. So over the weekend I got to meet friends for breakfast. In a cafe. In public. With other humans. It was a surreal experience after several weeks of lock down. It’s not as if stuff has been particularly weird where I am but I still had an overwhelming feeling of guilt over it.
One of the sadder aspects of the Covid situation is watching people police other people. Out of state number plates, people not adhering to social distancing etc. There’s whispered tones and pointing at a time where we need to be distantly supportive; it seems to have gone the other way.
It’s most likely out of fear rather than any sort of malice but the constantness (it should be a word, WordPress) of people pointing the wrongs out to other people seems to be as tiring as the fear of the actual virus itself.
I had a lovely time and it was fantastic to see friends in real 3d life – whilst trying to adhere to social distancing with others and make a point of over the top hand washing to show that I’m being as responsible as I can be.