funfor2,
The Former Vice President's speech was both horrifying and darkly humorous. He said with a straight face that we would soon be given specific guidelines for what we are allowed to do for Independence Day celebrations, IF we are all vaccinated.
I want to say that the irony was lost on whoever wrote those words for him, but I know that it wasn't, and their intent was to reinforce the cognitive dissonance that they inflicted on us for the past year.
Oh oh Super Spreader alert !!!!!!!!! Texas Rangers to permit 100% full capacity ...Get ready for shut down.
The president told y’all that if you get the vaccine and practice social distancing that you can get together in small groups on July 4th .......What a Joke . We have been to parties ..Went to a Rush / Led Zep tribute concert .
Went to the Not Fantasy Fest last October . End of this month going to the Texas CMA awards .
Went to a benefit three weeks ago for laid off oilfield hands 3 bands over a thousand people . And now starting to play open Mic again every Sunday . Have been going to Planet Fitness , went yesterday no mask .
I believe this is the real reason this totalitarian farce was perpetrated against us. To soften us up for what they have planned next, and to identify the conformers and the trouble makers. It's a liberal source, so don't worry about your eyes burning. I don't suffer from this, because I've been in a crowd of people who don't give a shit about covid, weekly, since last April.
Late-Stage Pandemic Is Messing With Your Brain
We have been doing this so long, we’re forgetting how to be normal.
I first became aware that I was losing my mind in late December. It was a Friday night, the start of my 40-somethingth pandemic weekend: Hours and hours with no work to distract me, and outside temperatures prohibitive of anything other than staying in. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to fill the time. “What did I used to … do on weekends?” I asked my boyfriend, like a soap-opera amnesiac. He couldn’t really remember either.
Since then, I can’t stop noticing all the things I’m forgetting. Sometimes I grasp at a word or a name. Sometimes I walk into the kitchen and find myself bewildered as to why I am there. (At one point during the writing of this article, I absentmindedly cleaned my glasses with nail-polish remover.) Other times, the forgetting feels like someone is taking a chisel to the bedrock of my brain, prying everything loose. I’ve started keeping a list of questions, remnants of a past life that I now need a beat or two to remember, if I can remember at all: What time do parties end? How tall is my boss? What does a bar smell like? Are babies heavy? Does my dentist have a mustache? On what street was the good sandwich place near work, the one that toasted its bread? How much does a movie popcorn cost? What do people talk about when they don’t have a global disaster to talk about all the time? You have to wear high heels the whole night? It’s more baffling than distressing, most of the time.
Everywhere I turn, the fog of forgetting has crept in. A friend of mine recently confessed that the morning routine he’d comfortably maintained for a decade—wake up before 7, shower, dress, get on the subway—now feels unimaginable on a literal level: He cannot put himself back there. Another has forgotten how to tie a tie. A co-worker isn’t sure her toddler remembers what it’s like to go shopping in a store. The comedian Kylie Brakeman made a joke video of herself attempting to recall pre-pandemic life, the mania flashing across her face: “You know what I miss, is, like, those night restaurants that served alcohol. What were those called?” she asks. “And there were those, like, big men outside who would check your credit card to make sure you were 41?”
This is the fog of late pandemic, and it is brutal. In the spring, we joked about the Before Times, but they were still within reach, easily accessible in our shorter-term memories. In the summer and fall, with restrictions loosening and temperatures rising, we were able to replicate some of what life used to be like, at least in an adulterated form: outdoor drinks, a day at the beach. But now, in the cold, dark, featureless middle of our pandemic winter, we can neither remember what life was like before nor imagine what it’ll be like after.
full article
theatlantic. com/health/archive/2021/03/what-pandemic-doing-our-brains/618221/
HOTLUVRS
And hide those 2 beautiful faces? There aught to be a law against that.
How about a habit that we will NOT stop?
We’ve both decided that we will continue to mask up.
1) to annoy the passionate anti-maskers
2) it’s so nice to be cold and flu free
my mask hides my resting bitch face at work now, and when we don't have to wear them anymore I will have to make an effort to smile more at the customers lol
So I was walking through Sam's after work today, (with my pineapple appropriately placed in my cart), and a song I like starts playing, and I start to sing along with it. Then it suddenly hits me, were it not for me wearing a mask, there is no way I would be doing this in public. Now my mind really starts to dangerously wander, and I come up with an idea for a new thread.
Once all this COVID and mask mandate BS is done with, what kinds of habits or mannerisms have you picked up over the last year, that you will stop?
For me, one of my biggest fears is that I will be walking through the store, come across a hottie, forget that I am not wearing a mask, and say to myself "Ooooooh, nice titties!" Then I end up getting clocked along the side of the head with a gallon of milk, or banned from the store.
How about the rest of you?
