I have to be honest, I don’t know whether to Be Kind or Wash my Hands. I am sneezing into my elbow here as I write but I think it’s due more to the blossom erupting everywhere than COVID-19.
A celebrity presenter died recently. She had clearly had enough of the gutter press rags and social media backlash and her personal life seems to have descended into freefall. Suddenly we’re all experts on depression, suicide, and Facebook has become a pulpit from which to preach.
Is it me? Am I perhaps being unkind? The celeb in question was clearly distraught. However, she knew what she was doing. Anyone who decides to end it all is getting off the bus because they want to stop it. Stop the pain, stop the hurt, stop the mess their own life has become. I do know what I am talking about. She had the right to do that and I hope she is at peace.
However, I really object to the preachers. I am kind – I think – but I don’t need to be told to be by a keyboard warrior with a halo. It’s giving me unkind thoughts! Help someone who is homeless, spend time with a lonely person, be nice to your kids, be a faithful partner, and stay the feck off Facebook.
Coronavirus is making the world we live in resemble a bad disaster movie. We’re all a little paranoid. However, a €150 mask (€1.50 last week) isn’t going to do the trick, apparently, and neither is buying all the Vitamin C down in Holland and Barrett. Continue to share your tapas with those you love, kiss your kids, but stop the handshakes with strangers and wash your hands. We all know it – we’re grown up and all – but again, I don’t need Facebook to tell me. Nor do I need to read scare stories and invented ‘facts’. The viral fiction is moving faster than the infection. Everyone’s an expert….
Maybe I should stay off Facebook….there’s an idea!