@56, you have got to be fucking shitting me right now. I wasn't going to respond to this topic at all (I rarely respond to much on here these days) but any sympathy I had for your cause, of which I had at least a small amount, is completely gone once you start spewing crap like this. Why don't you tell the families of the 1% your views? Do you think they'd like being referred to simply as the 1%? Don't you think that they already feel bad enough, not only because they lost a loved one before their time, but also because right now they, and everyone in their inner, outer, and concentric circle, is being scrutinized not only for statistical purposes, but also because, y'know, they were/could have been carriers?
Let me tell you something, when this pandemic first took hold, I was one of the naysayers, cavorting around freely and not giving a solitary shit about the possible consequences. I, like you, thought, "oh, it's just a glorified flu, who cares." One of my least proud moments as a human being, never mind on this forum, was spraying around such toxic vitreal. I leave it here as a testament to the fact that I am a mostly broken work in progress.
Then, the unimaginable happened. Someone I deeply care about was badly affected by this virus, this shiny pearl that you claim the media gleefully clutches to their collective bosom as though it were the holy grail of ratings. And, to be fair, it is. But are you shocked? Are you seriously trying to tell me, and everyone else, that you didn't know that the media feeds upon the fear, uncertainty, and weakness of others? If so, well, then I have no words for the amount of sheltered you are. If not, stick with me here, because I'm about to tell you how it feels to be circling that black hole from which there is no return if you find yourself sucked into it, flirting with the disaster that is the 1%.
If someone you love gets the flu, or hell, most other treatable, communicable diseases, even if they end up being hospitalized from complications of said disease, there is a semblance of understanding, because you know that medical professionals at least know, in theory, what to do and how to help that person pull through. With something whose origins are as murky as this, with no solid hope for proven treatments or vaccines in sight, there's a much stronger urgency to the situation. Add to that the fact that you're watching someone you love suffer from states away, and there is literally nothing you can do about it, because even if you took the next flight, you could not be by their side due to heightened restrictions imposed by what we don't know about the transmission of this virus... And lest you think it can't happen to you? It can happen to anybody. You know what one of the worst parts of my experience was? While someone who should not have, statistically speaking, suffered complications was doing just that, the hot story in the media was about this previously perfectly healthy 30-year-old dude who was struck down in the fucking prime of his life. And, yes, it was surely sensationalized, but just imagine how it would feel to be inundated with a story like that when both myself and the person I'm speaking of are the same age as the man who passed away.
Yes, I'm belaboring this point. Honestly, I feel I'm not doing nearly enough. Just because everything turned out ok for us in the end doesn't mean I have any right to let my guard down, or forget what we both endured. It also means that I must be humble and remember that, while I view what I went through as a traumatizing experience, I have no right to feel that way, since the 1%, as you so thoughtlessly and coldly refer to them as, clearly have experienced much worse than me. So, if you can be reached at all, and you're hopefully not as selfish as your post would have me believe, if you have a modicum of empathy at all, then quit whining about what for you is a mere inconvenience, which, I might add, literally everyone is dealing with to one degree or another. If social media is your only outlet for social interaction, think about the elderly, severely cognitively disabled, and abused who cannot or will not access any of the morsels of interaction you scoff at. When you despair of ever leaving the house again, try thinking of those whose grief has paralyzed them to the point they may never live a normal life, or the families wracked by financial devastation due to unemployment, or the mentally ill whose symptoms have been exacerbated by prolonged isolation, who are even now being brushed off as an afterthought and viewed as "those people" as per usual. then come back to me and keep talking about the 1%, after you've felt what the majority feels.
The glass is neither half empty nor half full. It's just holding half the amount it can potentially hold.