A tangled Web

I had one just like this for a while. Who knows what happened to it … Image found on Pinterest.

The Internet is a wondrous place. You can read blogs, newspapers and magazines from all over the world. You can feed nostalgia and find replacements for items you lost, like that old Fisher-Price “radio” that played “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head.” (I loved that thing, and I especially loved annoying my brothers by singing along with it … very loudly.)

And you can find pretty much every conceivable funny photo of a cat. I’m not even kidding. It’s the best part of the Internet. Cats have it all: They’re aloof, graceful, and dignified, yet also clingy, awkward and just plain weird, and cat lovers wouldn’t have it any other way.

This is what happens when you taunt me with Mexican food. Image found on me.me.

But you can also find division, misinformation, outright falsity, scammers, and other things that might make you want to renounce your membership in the human race; we can be truly awful to each other.

Just last week, an old friend from high school blocked and unfriended me on Facebook, saying I was shaming the unvaccinated. Unfortunately, it happened to be the anniversary of her mom’s death from covid-19 and her emotions were high, so when I said I understood what she and her family had gone through, it was apparently the last straw. She changed her privacy settings so no one else could respond on the thread on my page (Facebook, really?), sent me a not-so-nice direct message, and scooted.

I would love to try to talk with her again; sadly, I don’t think that will happen. But I think there are few people anymore who don’t understand what she’s gone through because so many of us have gone through it as well, or dealt with friends and family going through it, experienced it as a front-line medical worker, or reported on it as a journalist, scientist, or public information officer. I have friends who are still recovering after getting covid last year, and others who have PTSD, having covered the pandemic up close or worked with covid patients.

These workers know the virus is real, and deadly. They’d get some relief if more people would just vaccinate, thus getting the numbers of active cases down. No hospital was meant to sustain a surge this bad for this long. Image found on The Daily Beast.

All this doesn’t make her feelings any less valid, but places them in the perspective of a pandemic that’s killed over 620,000 people in the U.S. and nearly 4.4 million worldwide.

If I remember correctly, my friend’s mom and dad and several other members of her family ended up hospitalized with covid last year, with her mom dying. Her dad, who has dementia, was in a coma, and didn’t learn of his wife’s death for some time. He’s in assisted living now, I think; I still worry about him.

I wish I could say that this was unusual, but this pandemic and the hostile response of some to measures to protect people have made it more common than anyone would like. Small children have been left without parents. Entire families have died. That’s meant that some loved ones have turned around and pleaded with others to get vaccinated before it’s too late. Others, however, have dug in.

Too many families have been torn apart by covid-19. Image found on “Today.”

And where do they go when they’re in such an angry state? The Internet, where anyone with an axe to grind can find someone to focus all their rage upon, as well as all the misinformation fit to confirm their biases.

I can understand that, in a way. We all want something to comfort us, especially when we feel taken advantage of or out of control. Many of my fellow vaccinated people have been feeling grief, disbelief, resignation and anger, sometimes all at the same time. We did the responsible thing by vaccinating and following pandemic protocols, so when we’re told we’re living in fear, virtue-signaling, and victim-blaming (uh, who exactly is the victim?), it gets under the skin, especially when our entreaties are met with false talking points and insults, or the same questions over and over again, no matter how many times we tell them they need to ask an epidemiologist about them (all the better to wear you down).

Carrying the burden for everyone isn’t fun. It would be best if everyone pitched in. Image found on Bibilium.

We’re Aesop’s put-upon ants who did the responsible thing by storing food for the winter while the grasshopper played the days away and had to beg the ants for food. Except this grasshopper doesn’t want to just be rewarded for his lack of action; he wants to salt the earth so nothing else will grow.

Cajoling, bribery, facts … nothing works because we have a group of people reassuring each other that they’re right and every scientist, medical doctor, etc., who implores them to take common-sense precautions and get vaccinated is an agent of a nefarious plan to take away everyone’s freedom if not their lives (if I had a nickel for every meme or post I saw where people equated public-health precautions with totalitarianism, I wouldn’t be living in the Crap Shack). It doesn’t help that so many are inclined to react with hostility toward anyone who disagrees with them (but they’re not the ones getting emotional about it, oh no), and that some people seriously can’t tell the difference between facts and opinion.

Between Facebook, Twitter and other social media and the endless memes that are overwrought, without nuance and quite often factually wrong, it’s not hard to see how people can get sucked into a pit with no escape.

Everything I don’t like is tyranny, especially if it’s for the greater good. Didn’t you know that? Editorial cartoon by Matt Wuerker, Politico.

Except there is an escape. It’s called the power key.

We have smartphones, computers, tablets, watches, etc., which can keep us connected to the Internet at all times. But who says we have to be, especially when what we consume is sure to get us riled up, usually for no good reason? We don’t have to always be connected. Turn your computer off (or update your operating system if you haven’t in a while; that will force you off for at least a little bit of time, especially if you’re on Windows), and put away your other tech.

You can always go butterfly-hunting with a camera (in August, though, dragonflies are probably easier to find).

A little time in the garden or out at the park (but not in August unless you love sweat) will do you more good than clicking on yet another site that tells you vaccines are just the first step toward total world domination by the libs, the scientists, the Rothschilds, reptile aliens or whoever else is the scapegoat this week. Next week it will probably be Flo from Progressive. She’s just too damn perky.

Unwind. Breathe. Try to figure out what that gray, hairy thing in the refrigerator used to be. (Romaine? Apples?)

Maybe sing an old tune from your childhood. That’s the ticket.

Then, once you get back to the Internet, hopefully you’ll be calmer and not so prone to take everything as an insult. Fingers crossed.

Before you hop back on social media, take a break and calm down. You’ll never regret it. Image found on Spirited Living.