Random thoughts about a rapidly changing world Dating

This was the year I wanted to hike to Base Camp Everest in Nepal. Most of my friends and family supported me, but I was also concerned about the risks. Now this adventure has been canceled along with all my other plans. In retrospect, and given the fact that millions are getting sick or dying from a pandemic, my escapade seems pretty harmless. The world is suddenly a dangerous place and Mount Everest is safer than central London.

When we come out of self-isolation, the world will be different, somehow new. It is impossible to deny that what has happened in the past few weeks has changed my world. There are examples wherever I turn around; From the everyday – I no longer have to go to the office, to the uncomfortable ski resorts that are closed in the middle of winter – to the ridiculous toilet paper that I can’t buy anywhere. Just a month ago, who would have thought that people with asthma (like me) would risk dying in hospitals that are too busy to help? And how incredible is it that EasyJet and Ryanair removed flight exchange fees? Yesterday I changed my EasyJet flight for fun to see if they would bother me. But they didn’t.

Then stranger things happened. I rented a car last month and the rental company said I scratched it and they were going to charge me £ 900 – they never did. At the same time, some of the refunds due from me did not appear and my equity portfolio fell by 30%. What would have been the income of two years has vanished into thin air on the stock exchange. I was told not to panic and keep my nerve, but of course not, and I sold everything that made my loss a real one rather than a paper loss. For the next few days I congratulated myself on my panic when it became clear that there was no floor to reach and then jump back. The markets just continued to fall.

Then I got a letter from my yoga studio. I very sad letter. They closed indefinitely. And my daughter’s school (which usually bites my head every time I want to take her out of the house an hour earlier at the end of the semester) emailed me saying I could leave her at home for so long how I wanted. And suddenly my home delivery at the supermarket ran out of slots for a whole month. There are examples of widespread and unprecedented disruptions everywhere.

I also get a lot of strange emails, some from companies that I haven’t done business with in years. Everyone tells me they care about my well-being, so they pull down their shutters. One, funny from a parking provider …

When I was looking for toilet paper, big movements started and the borders were closed. Then we had to choose between the health systems and living conditions of my home country and my adoptive country. These are big decisions. Life changing. My ex-husband, who I’ve been vicious for 5 years since divorce, has kindly agreed to let me take the kids with me and go where it would be safer for them, although this meant that he would take them in weeks or months would not see. I have to say that his gesture melted the anger away when he was cooking in me all the time. I saw him for the first time in 5 years as a human being – as a father – instead of a mortal enemy, and that’s pretty big.

Then Amazon told me that they would send nothing but the bare minimum. For someone like me who NEVER shop anywhere other than Amazon, this was seismic. I even buy paper clips from Amazon; I get packages every day! Now I have to go to the stores ??? Organize me and create shopping lists?

And then the “wake up” disappeared and Meghan Markle, Harry and Price Andrew and all the other royals. For a week, the queen bravely tried to fearlessly shake hands and then isolate herself at Windsor Castle. Who can blame her? She is 93! But I think she should send a message of hope to her loyal subjects – which she has not done before.

Life in the time of the corona virus will be a long-term adjustment for all of us. We will learn to suspect our friends and their hand washing habits. If we hide behind closed doors, we will live closer with our families than ever before and avoid strangers (at least in). Instead, we will choose to make virtual contacts.

If coronavirus caught you as a single person, my heart goes to you. Maybe you will be like Julia serenading while sitting safely on your balcony. Or maybe you’re frustrated, Romeo, who can only communicate with his lover in writing. But what happens if you don’t have a balcony and are trapped in a small apartment in a megacity? What if the internet breaks down under the strain of millions of homeworkers? Will we all end up in the matrix after weeks? Do we get our fingers smarter than our legs when we sit on a sofa, our only lifeline where the outside world is our keyboard? Maybe we’ll call and actually talk. You know, like in the old days.

Living in a small community will have advantages. As soon as strangers stop coming in and out, everyone will know that everyone else is healthy so that they can make contacts together. Maybe we will all live in such communities and there will be an exodus from the big cities. If you can’t leave your apartment, why should you stay in London or New York? In every dystopian scenario, people crowd the exits to the big cities and I can understand why.

In less than a month, COVID-19 brought the world to a standstill, and the stop is universal. Everyone is affected to a certain extent. From the soccer star, who may not be signed next season, to the Kardashians, who suddenly switched to the very last page of the Daily Mail. Children may have to wait a year to take their Abitur and GCSSE exams and may need to repeat the year. All of her lessons will be online and her social life has stalled.

I am very sad about my daughters. At 17 and 19, it should be time for them to get out of their parental boundaries and try the wings. Instead, they are at home indefinitely, with their parents as the main company. And what about seniors? You are threatened with a variety of unfortunate scenarios. From the ban on leaving the house for 4 months to ignoring them in hospitals when they get sick (not just because of the corona virus but also because of everything else, especially because of the regular care that the elderly need). What is the meaning of life for an older person when he is forcibly isolated from his friends and family? For most seniors, isolation is more cruel than catching the virus.

That being said, I think we’ll see an increase in cat ownership that is low maintenance compared to dogs. I will invest everything in cat food producers, I think. But wait, maybe puzzle companies or drone shipments are a better choice. Speaking of investments … Louis Vuitton will now manufacture hand sanitizers instead of luxury luggage. I wonder what will actually happen to a luxury goods company’s stock price or price. What good is it to own one of their products if nobody can admire us for having them? I guess we can still show it on Instagram, but I’m assuming that Instagram will either change focus or all customers will switch to YouTube and TikTok. FaceTime will of course flourish just like video games of all kinds. If advertising revenue shrinks, Facebook will suffer, and most non-profit internet unicorns will put it that way. Become unicorns?

Is this the same situation as during the war? I’m not old enough to know for sure, but I guess it has to be tight. Food shortages, deaths, bomb protection, disruption of social life and cultural events…. But wait! The BIG, huge BIG difference is in terms of social contact. This was of central importance during the war. In these difficult times, people sought comfort from others. Romance blossomed, and with the threat of possibly dying, love relationships were intense and passionate.

Unlike the angry coronavirus epidemic, we practice social distancing and self-isolation, and we are denied humanity’s most important need. Depending on how long this takes, people may want war instead of the aftermath of this invisible but deadly enemy. A big deal to say, but think about it for a moment.

The way some governments reacted was very different. From the carefree to those who have closed their eyes, to the obvious “if I don’t test, it won’t infect us”, to the downright irresponsible who encouraged social contact to the point of non-return and told us it is their goal for us all the time to catch it (and some will die, presumably those stuck to public finances – the old and the weak). Now that it turns out that ignoring it won’t go away and we can’t punch ourselves out, governments seem to be more coordinated in their response, but is it too late?

Personally, I am afraid that I will get it and be intubated in a station that is too busy to take care of me, away from my loved ones. Worse, I’m afraid my asthmatic daughter will get it, and I can’t hold her hand near her because she has difficulty breathing. My asthma works, and I know it’s because I’m scared and spring allergies are here, but on the other hand, a little voice in the back of my head mocks me: “You caught it! You caught it somewhere!” And my reaction? I don’t even want to take out the trash, let alone meet friends for a friendly board game over a bottle of wine.

Unfortunately, not everyone is afraid yet. Some squeeze in large concert halls or horse races and think their age will protect them from the Grim Reaper. When I see these photos on the Internet, I remember the last days of Pompeii. The volcano has exploded, but some people are still dancing, either because they have no idea or because they have come to terms with what lies ahead. And when the party is really over, they will go home and accidentally kill their parents, grandparents, and even their dog.

On the other side of the spectrum are the hypochondria and hamsters. In the past week, I have had four friends who told me that they isolate themselves with no symptoms. All four believe they have coronavirus, and their homes have N95 masks, food for months, and toiletries for a small nation. Maybe they are right about the preparations … After all, the big supermarket chains have announced this morning that they will ration most things, and the pictures of shelves that are completely bare of everything are starting to haunt me.

Interestingly, the financial collapse of myself and the nation has been at the bottom of my list or in concerns about climate change, transgender rights, freedom of expression, the non-platform, not to mention Megxit and Brexit.

At the top of my list is that we all manage to stay healthy and that the health system has the ability to take care of us if we get the epidemic or anything else. I am concerned that I will be isolated from those I love during this pandemic. I fear that food and supplies run out. I’m worried that Amazon doesn’t supply books to pass the time. I also fear that those who enable our daily lives will become unable to work and that suddenly there will be no doctors, pharmacists, supermarket checkouts or even people who work on the manufacture and manufacture of all the things we need to survive. Why do they stay on the job when everyone else is cocooning safely at home?

Every doctor I know is working flat out to help those affected, and they get sick when the virus invades their inadequate equipment. I tremble at the thought of what we would all do if these selfless angels started thinking only about themselves and their families, which leads me to some of the beautiful acts that I have observed in my church. Groups are forming everywhere to help older people shop. Masks of self-importance fall and people become warm, caring and considerate. Human relationships are becoming more honest and open, although they are not face to face or perhaps because of it. I foresee that real fears will replace social fears and that millions will be healed altogether.

I expect the impact on youth to be profound. Her generation was brought up to feel protected by helicopter parents who make bad things go away. Suddenly they were made aware of powers that can kill almost indiscriminately; Forces that are not only beyond the protective shield of their parents, but beyond the protective shield of everyone. Her eyes open in a flash for what is a real problem and what really matters. The “snowflakes” will melt, and that’s probably a good thing.

We will also recognize that human relationships must be valued and protected as they are the most important asset we can count on. This epidemic can even slow down ghosting and other similarly hurtful and uncomfortable behaviors. Throwing away a spouse because of a new shag can become less common as people rely more and more on each other.

The joke is circulating on the Internet that couples who are forced to spend weeks together in isolation at home may split up. I think the opposite will happen. Faced with dangers and adversities, couples will face the common enemy. After all, there is certainty in the number as long as no one coughs.

So stay safe and cocoon everyone. Nobody knows exactly what this brave new world will look like; I can only speculate. But not everything it brings will be bad. Assuming we don’t die, the world that greets us after the pandemic could be a better place than the one we are now saying goodbye to.

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