“We need to get back to normal,” they say, while I continue to live my life normally, having barely changed my behaviour and lifestyle—or faced any of the horrifying consequences millions of other people have—during the entirety of this still-ongoing pandemic.
“You cannot buy clothes or shoes anymore unless you have 2G,” they say at a clothing store while I wonder if the virus knows the difference between this store and a fully packed grocery store where I am allowed to enter.
“When can we go out to dinner again?” they say as I walk into a restaurant full of people indoor dining and taking a seat.
“When can I see my friends again?” they ask my friends, whom I’m eating dinner with right now.
“When will these restrictions end so we can finally start living our lives and go to clubs again?” they demand while I imagine building a swimming pond and sauna in my backyard.
“You should get your kid vaccinated,” they say, while I give my son tons of Vitamine D3 and healthy food to strengthen his immune system.
“You should get your third booster shot. Even though they have heart issues from the first vaccine but this time they got Pfitzer,” they say while I shake my head in silence breathing deeply.
“This is the kind of stuff we’re missing out on because of lockdown but now we got the booster shots so we can see this movie”, they say while sitting in the front row at a packed showing at the movie theater, while I take a walk into the woods with my son to show him how awesome nature is.
“Stop making me wear a mask!” they shout, while I am maskless or “prepped” mine.
“When will we stop being governed by fear?” they ask, quizzing random people at the mall while I tell my son to not be afraid and that this too will pass.
“Your kids should be in school right now!” they say to a mom, who is constantly anxious because her kids are not in school while my kid, in fact, still is and was in school the entire time.
“The federal government has to stop with all these lockdowns,” they insist, in a country whose government wants a mandatory vaccination, while I say this will not be mandatory in the end and I rather pay the fines than get this vaccine.
“This is Orwellian!” they declare while I am on a crowded subway train wondering while 2-meters-distance does not apply here.
“You cannot pay for your books here if you don’t have 2G,” they say while we walked around in the bookstore for two hours already but now I have to ask my son to pay for the books because he is eight years old and I am not allowed to purchase the books but he is.
“I just want my life back!” they yell while I am on a date with someone at the Ginsberg Bar in Vienna.
“I’m done with COVID and these measurements, rules and regulations have to stop,” I say on a TV show broadcasting across a country while thousands of people are backing me up.
“Enough is enough—we can’t do this forever,” I say.
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