This evening my roommate told me he probably has COVID. He told me he had a sore throat. Also, he was at a major furry convention he probably shouldn’t have gone to this weekend and someone he was with there tested positive. I felt fine besides the intense wave of terror that came over me so I urgently packed my things and prepared to sleep in my car in the freezing temperatures. After hours of restless sleep, doomscrolling, and periods of intense emotion and feelings such as fear, impending doom, sadness, suicidal ideation, nostalgia, and freezing all the while, I started to notice that I’m developing a sore throat too. Now I’m here posting to you while I try to resist giving up and going inside to my warm (and probably coronavirus filled) room. I hope it’s just the cold irritating my throat. I hope it’s just the cold. I hope it’s just the cold. I hope it’s just the cold.
This whole situation has made me consider my living conditions. In the usual sense and literal sense. The only thing good about this country is that my friends and family are here but all the other elements want to take your money, take your health, take your happiness, and take your labor value. And if you can put up with that you also have to be prepared to catch COVID over and over until you’re dead because the flow of treats cannot stop for even a day. Now I’m thinking I need to get out and move to one of the socialist nations. I have developed an interest in Vietnam over the last year so that would probably be my preliminary pick. I like the culture, the history, the language, and the natural landscape and ecology. Though I’m definitely no expert. And the management of COVID there seems to have taken on a more negligent character. Overall though, probably better than taking my chances in the dying empire.
And on a darker note… the past few months have been getting more and more difficult. Mostly since the time of my first COVID infection, actually. My roommate/friend has told me he doesn’t really like me anymore and he just spends all his free time on the internet or in VR now. I’m lonely all the time. I’m burned out at work and don’t really see any other options besides taking on a ton of debt to get a better job. And now I’m probably on my 2nd COVID infection which probably will cut more years off of my life or something. Today I’ve been seriously considering ending my life for the first time in a while. I just don’t want to end up suffering with long COVID for a long time and not being able to accomplish any of my dreams or make myself into someone I like more. So maybe it would be better to take my chances with the other side than continue a doomed life. There’s probably nothing after death or maybe there is. Not sure which would be better tbh.
Thanks for reading. If you have any input that would be appreciated. Is this a healthy reaction or are people handling COVID better than me?