{"id":14276,"date":"2020-03-09T16:17:36","date_gmt":"2020-03-09T23:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/?p=14276"},"modified":"2020-03-09T16:17:36","modified_gmt":"2020-03-09T23:17:36","slug":"virus-shmirus-just-die-already","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/virus-shmirus-just-die-already\/","title":{"rendered":"Virus Shmirus, Just Die Already"},"content":{"rendered":"

I thinks it’s amazing to see normal healthy people hoarding toilet paper and going around wearing masks. If they would read the statistics, they would see how little their actual risk is. Being sick is awful, of course, but a virus<\/a> that threatens the health of the elderly is not going to fuck you up if you’re outside this group. If you have a compromised immune system, you probably already practice safety measures in your everyday life.<\/p>\n

Humans are so tenacious of life, it strikes me as poignant all the time. I have a friend in his 60s who goes around freaking out about an oil refinery a few miles away from his community. He’s afraid it will explode or be targeted by terrorists. I mean, those are real possibilities but what makes him worry about it so continuously? I’ve exclaimed to him more than once, “You really love life, don’t you!”<\/p>\n

To constantly be aware of what catastrophes might befall you is to be absent from your immediate experience. How can you drive anywhere when the car coming toward you could smash into you at any moment? When you go to a movie, a fire might break out, or a guy in a batman outfit could burst in with an assault rifle. When you eat a chicken wing or a hotdog, you’re just minutes away from choking to death.<\/p>\n

Real threats should be avoided, unless you’re a daredevil. I just read a sobering article in the New Yorker about mountain climbers and the grief their families must learn to process. They know it’s part of the territory but the climbers themselves are driven to test their mortality again and again. I’m not sure if they’re nuts or just wired differently. I wonder if they give a shit about the coronavirus.<\/p>\n

There are so many ways I don’t want to die! I don’t want to be eaten by a polar bear. That’s at the top of my list. I don’t want to have my head chopped off or be set on fire. Oh wait, I don’t want to be trampled to death on a pilgrimage to Mecca or after a soccer game. I don’t want to die under a pile of metal shelves in CVS during an earthquake.<\/p>\n

The right time to die is when I’m old and sick, in my own bed. That’s the best place for everyone to go, even though in the US, that privilege is only granted to around 17% of us. If the coronavirus<\/a> wiped out ten per cent of the sick elderly people who become infected, that would leave more room for everyone else. Maybe millennials and Gen Z would be more open to the idea of procreating.<\/p>\n

I discussed this with a Gen Xer last night and he was impresses by my “zen attitude.” I like that he didn’t accuse me of speaking from depression. I am<\/em> depressed but obviously I’m not looking to die on purpose since there are plenty of opportunities for that.<\/p>\n

I just see the value of thinning the herd.<\/p>\n

What about you scaredy-cats? How much Purel have you got on hand? Or toilet paper?<\/p>\n

Photo (c) courtesy of\u00a0 Dr. LaRue<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"