- Joined
- May 25, 2013
Get out before they call the feds on you.Me and my family got into a big argument about lockdowns over dinner. Apparently my coof-positive grandad had the audacity to mask up and take everybody’s bins out instead of staying indoors like a good leper and that’s selfish because he’ll kill all the babies on the street with the coof. Also apparently my sister’s entire friend group got really mad at her. Turns out the fun thing she did was go to her boyfriend’s house. What if her boyfriend caught the coof at his factory job and then gave it to her and then she gave it to her dad and then her dad killed all the grannies in the retirement home?!
The kicker? HER DAD HAS HAD THE COOF ALREADY AND GOTTEN OVER IT
Also my sister was apparently joking when she said she’d snitch on her to the police and she’d never actually do that. Seemed pretty fucking unironic at the time though. Maybe I’m just a massive sperg that couldn’t read the room properly but the whole thing reeked of “I was just pretending to be retarded”.
Cue me trying to be the voice of reason and all 3 of my family members engaging in every argument in the doomer playbook and then some. Highlights include:
”it took 4 days for my boyfriends grandad to die, imagine struggling to breathe on a ventilator for 4 days!”
“you wouldn’t want Nan and Grandad to die would you?”
”it’s not the government’s job to care about your mental health, it‘s their job to stop everyone from dying!”
“their generation went to war for us, why can’t we go to war for them?”
”we won’t be stuck inside forever! they lifted some of the restrictions in the summer, remember?”
”if everyone went outside the young people would all gain herd immunity but all the old people would start dropping like flies and then we’d be there with 50% of the population dead asking ourselves if it was worth it!”
”Even if you go outside to prove you can’t be tamed or whatever you’ll get COVID and then you’ll change your tune!”
My mom seems to think the solution to my grievances with the society I have found myself in is to watch TV with them in the living room or take my government allotted hour of exercise with a leisurely stroll in the park round the block from my house. With my sister. She always makes me go out with her. She’s freakishly tall for a woman despite being 3 years younger than me so my mom thinks she’d be able to defend my scrawny ass if we got mugged or something. But I can’t help but get a bad feeling that now it’s because she thinks I’ll run off...
I’m 22, I don’t need a bodyguard. I need to get out of here. And properly - none of this 23/1 suburban supermax bullshit.