Little did they know… March would never end.
Fuck me just spend a minute trying to figure out how long it is till 2020
Sounds like 420 lasted a little too long for you already, bud.
Bud’s not here, man
Disappeared in a puff of smoke, guy.
I’m all out sorry
-1877 days between now and April 1 2020 according to a random website I used for math because I suck at it.
See you in 2120!
I remember looking forward to April 2020…
April of 2020 was a god awful time.
Strongly disagree.
It was the perfect excuse to do nothing but sit at home and smoke weed all day. And on the rare occasion when I did have to go out, the roads were clear and the skies were clean.
Lockdown was the best time of my life. I am beyond upset that extroverts had to ruin it for everyone by constantly whining until government officials around the world caved and ended lockdown early, all because those losers couldn’t go a mere three months without talking to someone. Their selfishness got people killed, for fucks sake. Extroverts disgust me.
Lock down had its ups and downs for me, but I still have some sort of hate/PTSD from all the evil shit that came out. Ever heard the phrase, “the banality of evil”? I found out hard and fast just how many of my countrymen were banal. And I cheered every denier and anti-vaxxer choking to death on their own goddamned lungs. And BTW, they killed my mother.
See this is what I’m talking about. Sorry about your moms. I lost my dad as well. But he was an antivaxxer, a Trump supporter, and annoyingly narcissistic, so he got what he deserved.
(Still miss him though. He was the only person who understood me, despite our opposing political beliefs. Not even my mom gets me.)
A person’s parents occupy a special place in their world, no matter the parent’s beliefs or actions. Maternal grandparents raised me, didn’t meet my dad until I was 20.
Dad was raised poor white-trash in a drunken, violent home. I was raised like a girl in a 50s-style sitcom house. I was already very much like dad when I met him. Wish mom and I had spent more time, but we’re both self-absorbed assholes so we missed out a bit.
I’m a social creature and was very stressed. I missed people. There was a division in my social circles where people excluded those who didn’t think like they did as far precautions went. It sucked. I was a teacher at the time and off for 5 months straight with pay. I still hated it.
Me, an introvert:
I’d never been so fucking scared. Finest woman I had ever dated, looked like she was going to dump me. Finest job I had ever had, looked like I was going to be laid off. Lost the girl a month later, kept the job for a few more years. Fuck me was I sweating, most literally.
Oh, and there was the whole “everyone dying, Spanish Flu in my lifetime” thing. And the social isolation and 1,000 other weird things that stemmed from that.
Know what? That may have been the most stressful month in my 50-years (at the time).
Was this posted in 2020…? Because by that time I already felt the world was going onto a steep downward spiral. Already before 2019 we had people saying “this has to be the worst year”, only for the next year to out-do it, and in 2019 it got so bad memes started circulating the Web that joked about 2020 being 2019 2: The Sequel Reboot.
Then COVID-19 happened…
And we sort of just stopped counting how many consecutive “worst year ever” we had… People became numb as it became the norm…
So… No… No 2020 was not a more hopeful and innocent time.
The joke is that is was posted long before.
As to “worst year”? I quit counting “warmest winter” several years ago. And that’s anecdotal, just my experience in NW Florida. Yet no one around here notices.
