I'm still in a bit of a mindset where the whole COVID-19 situation feels… strangely unreal. Sometimes you can look outside and it's as if nothing is happening — although for the most part it's rather quieter and more peaceful than it would be under "normal" circumstances.
Then you get a reminder of it all: the bare shelves in the shops; the people queueing six feet apart just to get into the local convenience store; the almost palpable sense of mistrust in the air. It's a strange time to be alive, for sure.
You never can predict these things. I was thinking the other day that if I'd told the "me" from ten years ago — a "me" who was having a particularly bad time in his life — that in ten years' time, Donald Trump would be president of the United States, Boris Johnson would be prime minister of the UK and we'd all be strongly advised to stay inside our houses due to a global pandemic of a virus that may or may not be deadly according to how "vulnerable" you are (and occasionally, completely disregarding that, from the sound of things)… I would have probably laughed. It would have been a welcome laugh at that time in my life, too.
Looking back at my daily blogging from "today" ten years ago, it seems I was writing about being shit at strategy games. Ten years later, I am still shit at strategy games, and no-one has been able to successfully offer any sort of helpful advice at improving.
Ah well. The more things change, the more they stay the same, or something.
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