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How I Met Your Father: the one where I blocked antivirus believers

Kids, in general, online dating was a fuck show but in 2021, when faced with a Bumble chatter who steadfastly refused to believe that the worldwide COVID-19 pandemic was real, who thought that South Africa’s adjusted Level 3 lockdown was stupid and who didn’t a fuck about my safety but was desperate for a hook-up, I was fucking livid!

Nicola, a Belgian who’d been living and working in Cape Town for two years, genuinely did not give a shit about the virus and when I took him to task about his bullshit attitude, he had the audacity to say:

“It’s all a set up. No problem. See you in another life, Love.”

Are.You.Fucking.Kidding,Me?!!

With some loved ones on ventilators, others fighting the virus at home and your Nan risking her life to take care of patients at work, I did not having fucking time for stupid as fuck assholes like Nicola.

You know what happened next:

How I Met Your Father: the one where I wasn’t ready to go outside yet

Kids, in June 2020, the President of South Africa announced a further relaxing of the lock down restrictions which meant we could have sit-down meals at restaurants, go to cinemas, casinos and theatres and go back to work.

I had some feelings about this:

It’s true that being at home for three months ( but still working , even overworking at times) had turned me into a modern Howard Hughes:

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From what I’d seen on my very few trips into the big outside world was that people weren’t wearing masks or not wearing them correctly and had NO concept of personal space, let alone the legal 1.5metres required for social distancing.

There was no f***ing way I was going back outside unless I absolutely f***ing had to,

I guess, what I’m saying is that in 30 years time when your kids wonder about my weird mannerisms, show them this:

How I Met Your Father: the one where it was ok to not be productive during the #salockdown

Kids, by the beginning of May 2020 and six weeks of being safe indoors while COVID19 ravished the world, I was exhausted.

I was tired AF of all of the business Zoom calls, the family and friends’ WhatsApp video calls, the cesspool of garbage that was my Tinder inbox, the constant bombarding of social media posts encouraging fans and followers to bake banana bread, seize the day and live their best lives.

My instinctive response was:

I’d started to switch off my phone at night for some peace of mind (which, to be honest, wasn’t doing so great – the progress I’d made with going to therapy in early March was slipping away by the day the longer the lock down continued) but then I realised there must be other people who felt the way I did. The other outliers who did not, could not, muster up the f***ing energy to do anything more than survive.

After reading a few blogs on it, I accepted the idea that just getting through the worst crisis to hit my generation was more than f***ing OK:

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2020 would still be my Year of Yes but for the moment, it was OK to just be.