End Game.

Does anyone else feel mentally and physically exhausted right now? 

The propaganda, the stupid phrases, the constant lecturing. The unavoidable, in-your-face madness EVERYWHERE you go. The speculation and worst-case scenario narrative that refuses to see anything positive.  The unending “I heard from Jim who heard from Ted who heard from Mary’s sister’s neighbor’s boyfriend” elementary telephone game. The floor decals, the great mask debate, the “if you don’t believe what I define as science you deserve to catch this” nonsense. The tattling, constant shaming, in your business craziness. The realization that reading something on the internet gives some people “expert” knowledge and permission to “educate” others. The never-ending, ever-changing lists of regulations, rules and guidelines, each one crazier than the one before. Stay-at-home “orders” that defy logic and common sense. Hand washing, sanitizing, antibacterial everything. Food shortages, grocery hoarders, mass panic bullshit. Name-calling, insult-throwing, know-it-all internet trolls. Daily briefings, press conferences, “journalism” and agenda-driven stupidity. Lost moments, forgotten milestones, missed events and canceled celebrations. 

Maintain six feet of separation? Six feet under and six feet tall are the only ways I want to hear six feet used in a sentence for the rest of my life. And then there is the question I have been asking since March and is still unanswered: What, exactly, is our end game? And when we finally figure that out, what will be the unfixable, unchangeable, never-able-to-recover-from consequences?