Covid Fatigue

 Thousands and thousands of people are dying everyday from Covid-19. Those who survive it are still left with lasting effects that who knows when they will go away, if ever. As time goes on, cases are only rising. So I should be more frightened than I was in the spring, right? 

Except I’m not. 

It’s sad to say and hurts me a little to admit that I don’t care that much anymore. This idea is known as cognitive dissonance; I know it can hurt but I simply look the other way. Now don’t get me wrong, I still wear my mask in public and with friends and I still avoid large gatherings and frat parties because I care about not getting other people sick. However, I am in a position where I am healthy enough and at the right age range where if I got Covid, chances are it wouldn’t effect me that much. This pandemic and country-wide shut downs have been going on for almost 8 months now and there comes a point where I just can’t stress over it anymore. I will do what I can to protect myself and others, but at the end of the day I am losing motivation and interest. I try getting away from the world headlines on advancements with the virus through my schoolwork, but as a geography major, a majority of my schoolwork and discussions in class tends to gravitate towards it as well. At the beginning of the pandemic in March and April I remember being frightened to walk down the street with someone on the other side of it. Now, I feel desensitized as I can only do so much to protect myself and others. At the end of the day, whatever happens, happens and I just have to go with it.