It feels like ages since I wrote about the coronavirus. It has been ages. I can’t even remember the last time. Whenever it was, I’ve had it since. It was so mild that I didn’t bother to finish the post I was writing about it. Why bother boring you with notes on an experience so shallow that it barely registered as an experience at all? You’d never forgive me. If anything, having coronavirus came as a bit of a surprise, since I had managed to resist it for nearly two years, but then I suppose an awful lot of other people felt exactly the same. It was also a bit of a relief, just to get the stubborn fucker out of the way. In the end it has become just another virus, and although we shouldn’t dismiss it as trivial, we can certainly side pocket it as a bore and an inconvenience, instead of a priority. It might be more relevant if we’d taken much of use from the whole experience. But we haven’t, that’s the real tragedy. You see, human beings are so stupid that they just blunder from one emergency of their own making to another. Stupidity is the virus that can never be quelled or conquered. Stupidity is the virus that keeps on giving and taking. Stupidity is the virus that will be the end of us all, one day.
For all the dread and anger and silly privations that the virus gave us it offered at least a few little rays of sunshine. Only kidding, it offered us fuck all. But there was a lingering sense that perhaps a global pandemic hitting us might make us a bit more grateful for what we had, perhaps make us realise that we could all learn to love each other a little bit more. It didn’t. Instead, the world shrank in many respects. It felt like there were even more people than before and that everywhere we went all those extra people were suddenly getting on our nerves a lot more often. We now feel that greater pinch, a pinch because everyone else is pinching too. None of the problems we had before have been solved and now we’ve got a load more to deal with. Take petrol price rises or petrol shortages, which have tied in nicely to fuel bills going nuts and nuts costing more because of transport costs going up. In fact, the world has bounced back from the virus by truly outdoing all the previous levels of dreadful that were there before. It says something about humans that only we can reach into the fire of despair for a nugget of hope and manage to pull out a huge molten turd instead.
What is also clear is that most people don’t want to hear about the virus anymore. Some people don’t want to hear about anything anymore. But we still wanted, perhaps needed, something big to trump the virus and so we got a world threatening war in eastern Europe to keep our minds busy. We could have had anything – a cure for cancer, world peace, an end to poverty, a rational attempt to make free speech a feasible option, a redistribution of wealth to acknowledge the insane reality that no-one will ever need to be worth 83 billion dollars. Instead, we got the world’s richest man waging war at the end of his driveway for literally no good reason. Perfect. But it’s ok, in a funny way. Provided we can eventually shake off all the bad habits we’ve developed over the last couple of years we can just stupidly carry on plodding along and pretend there’s nothing too bad happening. There will be a price to pay: you will need to avoid all news and the entirety of the internet. You will have to withdraw from all social media and enter a zen like zone of calm wherein you accept that it doesn’t matter what anyone else is doing. And you will have to stop caring. Just care for those you truly love, and don’t feel guilty about the rest; the rest won’t feel guilty about you. There’s been too little of the good stuff in the world for a very long time. This is just another elongated bad spell with a nasty virus in the middle of it. In time it will be remembered as just that, a virus that taught us nothing. History teaches us very little anyway, but it does offer conclusive proof that come what may we’ll all be dead sooner or later. At least we have that to look forward to.
G B Hewitt. 15.04.2022