Presented for your approval: a tale of two pities. One situation deserves your empathy. The other demands it, in spite of an utter lack of compassion, understanding, or common sense. It is the juxtaposition of dignity and victimhood, loss and entitlement. Which of them will you feel pity for? We have officially turned the corner into… the Twilight Zone.
A person of my acquaintance has a grandmother in the hospital. Her illness isn’t related to the coronavirus, but she’s not doing particularly well. Because of the strict precautions being taken, no visitors are allowed. None of her family can be there with her, to offer her companionship and love. No one can say what will probably be the final goodbye. This person that I know is sad, but understanding. They’re not bitter. While they will carry some regrets if their grandmother passes, they know that these rules are in place not just to increase the odds that she’ll pull through, but for the protection of all of the other patients that in turn have families that love them.
Another person I know is unable to go to McDonald’s, and they absolutely will not shut up about it. That’s it. That’s the entire story. They’re about to blow a gasket because they can’t get some fries. When people point out that they’re acting like a whiny little turd, the dive deeper into their own victimhood and proclaim that no one understands their suffering.
A Tale of Two Pities
Today’s Day 14 of Camp Corona. Somehow I’m tired of people even though I haven’t seen anyone other than my wife for two weeks. Oh, wait, I was tired of people before the pandemic, too. Never mind. I’m going back to writing now.