The helplessness of this moment
…from halfway across the world.
I walked out of CVS on Sunday, having gained a shot and a “You’re vaccinated!” sticker. The day — beautiful. The nurse — charming. The feeling of being fully vaccinated — something teetering between relief and guilt; fullness and emptiness.
One of my friends asked me how I felt, and my immediate response was “I kinda feel like an asshole.” Here we are, excitedly planning post-vaccination trips in our heads while simultaneously experiencing a weird dissociation and confusion over identity. Our feeds are the best and the worst of worlds right now — there is celebration and relief in the USA coupled with gut-wrenching desperation coming out of India.
I live in America and I am watching India die.
There is shock, anger, frustration, and sadness — but the underlying feeling is hopelessness.
Donate the money. Share the links. Is it enough?
We’re watching callous government, a class war, and vaccine imperialism play out in real-time. We’re watching the disgusting lengths humanity will sink to. We’re watching our people die on fucking pavement. It’s hard to have positive feelings about getting my second Pfizer dose in the midst of this hell. A pandemic is one thing. The response is quite another.
