This uncomfortable feeling

One thing that bothers me a bit right now due to some personal reasons is that on top of the quarantine itself everyone starts mentioning quarantine (just like I am now, I guess!). It’s this constant “how to survive quarantine, how to stay active during quarantine, what do I do during quarantine”, etc., like people are making it into a challenge, into something heroic, something really worth emphasizing... When all I want to do is emphasize that quarantine SUCKS, as well as the way it is manipulated along with statistics and numbers on TV.

I want to say I still walk out of these four walls for a bit of fresh air with my child every day, and I will continue doing so until they put police or army on the streets, and if they do, I will get myself a proper delivery job and I will go out anyway until the day those jobs are shut down as well (if that’s what happens).

I cannot celebrate quarantine UNTIL I know the truth about this disease and where it came from, but the thing is it will never happen because people who rule this world aren’t interested in telling us.

My quarantine story, challenge, and adventure is that I freaking hate it. Yes, I want to help save my loved ones, myself, and any potentially vulnerable part of the human population by not spreading the virus (if there is indeed a “virus”, or a bioweapon, or a particle, or whatever else it really is), but I will not celebrate manipulations, lies, censored news, and lack of clarity about whatever is happening right now.

It seems to me that many people are portraying our ability and willingness to stay home as something heroic and honorable simply to justify the situation that is being IMPOSED on us. It’s like... if we accept the rules and make an effort to see them as “good”, then we will feel good about the lockdown, then it won’t feel like incarceration or abuse of human rights anymore.

Well... I don’t know if I am offending anyone with this. If so, it was not my intent. I simply wish to express another side of the story/perception that I have. I don’t want to ignore this uncomfortable state of being or try to mask it with something else.