So, this is generally an art blog for me, but as the NPC once said “Times are tough.&rdqu
So, this is generally an art blog for me, but as the NPC once said “Times are tough.”The corona virus panic (because let’s be real here, its the panic that’s the bigger problem) finds me holed up in my apartment all alone. The mayor of LA, who will heretofore be referred to as “Pussy faced bitch boy” decided to essentially close the city. And my so-called friends are self quarantining so aggressively that I have nobody to talk to. So that’s where you come in, dear Tumblr! We’re in the midst of a crisis and I need a place to put my feelings. Usually I turn to a friend, a distraction, or just getting out of the house generally, to keep myself on an even keel. But since I can’t do any of those things, because we’re apparently not in America anymore and our freedoms can just get TAKEN THE FUCK AWAY, I’m turning to the internet. That old haven for the miserable. So, here it goes. I’m angry. I didn’t think it was even possible for me to be this angry. If you’d asked me a month ago: “How would you feel if a pandemic shut down your whole life and you had to stay home all alone?” I would not have guessed “Consumed by a wave of hot lava rage”. But here we are. I’m mad at my friends for leaving me all alone. I’m mad at my community for panicking. I’m mad at every asshole who thinks price-gauging in a crisis is a good way to make a quick buck. I’m angry at the twat at Target who thinks that stockpiling a hundred boxes of Rice-a-roni is going to save her family from Coronavirus. I mean, its guaranteed to put all your neighbors at a disadvantage because now there’s no more fucking food at Target. But that’s not your problem, is it KAREN?I’m mad at every self impressed D-bag on Instagram engaging in a contest of “more quarantined than thou.” It actually doesn’t take a lot of skill to stay home on your ass. No one is impressed by you. And if I were in a more stable frame of mind I might be more generous. We’re all in the middle of an unprecedented situation and I know deep..DEEP down that people are only acting from a place of fear. And if I had the emotional bandwidth right now I could look on my own anger as a coping mechanism I learned during the health crisis of my early adulthood- in which all power was taken from me and I felt completely isolated. But, I don’t have that kind of emotional bandwidth, my anger is using it. So I’m just going to act out for a while and continue to talk shit on the internet until these feelings subside. I think step-1 is going to be shaving my head. Then rage-shopping for groceries because turns out I actually AM out of food and toilet paper (woops! Wonder what’s left out there?) And then another round of throwing things at the walls. Did you know plates don’t actually shatter when you throw them at a wall? Hollywood lied to me. -- source link
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