Since there’s been a surge in cases in my city and there’s no stopping, restrictions are going to become tighter, basically back to what they were when everyone was in lockdown, if not worse.
I’m surrounded by several people in my life that believes that these restrictions are ultimately a good thing, and for whatever reason always refuse to acknowledge the aftermath of all restrictions. I’m being laid off at my job thanks to these restrictions and now I have to go on E.I. It’s nice to know that I’ll have some sort of income, but I’m not really looking forward to the government breathing down my neck to find more work since doing so is challenging right now to say the least.
A couple years before the lockdown, I was in a bad place and only truly started to get my life together fairly shortly before the virus hit. I was looking forward to meeting new people and making some money for myself, and then lockdown happened and I was back to my old NEET-like habits for a while.
When my father (who lives in another province) heard about the spike in cases over here, he messaged me hoping that I’d stay safe and all that, but I’d wish he’d consider the other factors that makes this situation bad. Right now I’m making the most of situation I’m in, but I can’t take this if this is what life is going to be like for the next however many years. People like my father say that the pandemic will end eventually, since all do. They keep repeating, “It will all be over once we get that vaccine!”, yet here we are still.
I live in an area where seeing homeless people on the streets is very normal, and I can’t help but think about how screwed they are by this situation. I find it hilariously ironic when someone like my dad preaches the effectiveness of things like these restrictions, but at the same time he’s a hard lefty that’s ignoring just how affected lower income people are affected by this since he has a comfortable job. Or maybe he thinks that their suffering is worth it in the end, which I completely disagree with.
I wish I had a way to persuade people into thinking about the virus in another way, but people like us keeps getting dismissed, and I’m getting tired of it. I feel like time is flashing by and I’m only getting older. I find ways to occupy my time in productive of a manner of possible, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m supposed to be enjoying my youth. I’m supposed to be meeting new people and having new experiences.