You know what?

My last bit of empathy is gone. Specifically, it& #39;s gone for people who have a choice about exposing themselves to Covid-19 and choose to expose themselves. I spent a lot of time saying that I didn& #39;t feel sorry for them but internally pitying them.

I& #39;m just so done. I have family, friends and co-workers (I& #39;m a civil servant) who are essential workers and have zero choice but to take that chance. Their families at home end up taking that chance as well, through no fault of their own.

Then I think of my friends who are making the sacrifice of staying home and doing the best they can to not possibly expose anyone else, including their elderly loved ones. It& #39;s hard. Last week I slipped up for the first time since March, and I& #39;m determined to not do it again.

Not to get political, but like Joe Biden said, it& #39;s going to be a dark winter. I haven& #39;t lost anyone close to me. I pray every single night for my brother and his family because he has zero choice but to go to work. I& #39;m not religious, but I have to do something. It& #39;s scary.

So I& #39;m tapped out as far as empathy goes. I hate that feeling, because it& #39;s really just a void. If anyone who has a choice goes out and suffers the consequences, it& #39;s on them. Don& #39;t come crying to me because I& #39;m too busy worrying about the people who don& #39;t have a choice.