“I don’t want to be an American idiot…”
And yet I am.
I follow what the government tells me to do, hoping to find comfort in the self-quarantine, in the hand sanitizer, in the truckloads of toilet paper.
And yet I’m not comforted.
There is no comfort in the CDC, or in “flattening the curve,” or even in a vaccine itself.
Strawmen.
Comfort comes from neighbor helping neighbor.
Communities of people coming together (virtually, of course) to help those who need it.
That’s where I’ll find my comfort. Being a part of that.



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