I was fascinated by the reasoning. When she came to the end, I cleared my throat. "Try to keep an open mind," I said. It was a shock. I thought she was smarter.
"You look upset," she said.
I was. It is tempting to go this route. It feels surreal, as though we are characters caught in someone else's bad scenario of the future. We want to think we will wake up one morning and say, "Oh, it all felt so real." A matrix, one where we are being controlled, and within which we must strive for freedom. Sure. Help yourself. Go right ahead.
Demonstrate. Protest. Yell at the restrictions and think this isn't real. Ignore safety measures. Open up businesses. I'll just be sitting tight here trying to figure out if I can get a cantaloupe into my new green house while you do, as the death count rises. I didn't entitle this blog "Travels In A Different Sort Of Way" for nothing. Gosh, there is so much misinformation out there. This is some ride we are on.