I think about not being able to be with my family since my grandpa died from Covid in April and having to attend his burial over FaceTime. I think about how this year will very likely be the first year in my entire life I won’t be with my family at Christmas. https://twitter.com/donmoyn/status/1312254440267710465

I think about all the people who will be infected from these irresponsible, selfish monsters. People whose stories we won’t hear about. People who will leave behind family and friends with holes in their hearts where they once were.

I think about quarantining and doing everything I’m supposed to be doing since March and probably having to keep doing this until next March or longer because so many others are being irresponsible and selfish and pretending this is non-existent or over or not really a big deal.

I think about what a lost year this will be for so many. Lost time with family and friends. Lost travels and adventures. Lost opportunities for new friends, new connections, new jobs, new careers.

Everything about this and where we are and where we could have been—no, SHOULD have been—is just as incredibly depressing and tiring as it is infuriating.

Please don’t be these monsters. Please please please take this seriously. Stay home if you’re fortunate enough to be able to. Wear a mask when you have to leave home. Distance. Avoid gatherings. Etc. Do it for yourself, for your loved ones, and for others’ loved ones.