Suddenly there was a cold snap overnight, and every family began to raise sheep. I was not mentally prepared. I was already surrounded by sheep.
is at a loss. I am really not interested in sheep. If possible, I would still take adequate precautions and not go out unless necessary.
The friends I keep in touch with frequently will tell me the specific symptoms in detail, and I will also take notes and carefully analyze how to fight against the virus . There is a feeling that they do not have the scientific understanding of the virus and the methods of protection, care during illness, and post-natal care. They just think it is a kind of resignation. I don’t think it is irresponsible to infect others. They are all lying down, it doesn't matter, who is afraid of whom, it is better to get infected sooner or later than to get infected sooner or later. . .
fought together and turned into hurting each other. Is this mentality a reflection of human nature?
Whether some necessary daily necessities already exist above is invisible to the naked eye anyway. Every time you go out, you must change into your going out clothes, wear a shower cap to protect your hair, a mask, a protective shield, and even glasses, and be fully equipped. So much so that the owner of the vegetable shop teased me, why don't you have a sheep yet? Don't worry about it, just find a suitable sheep. Hahaha, there are very few people who are united with me. It is so difficult to catch someone who has slipped through the net. Every time I go back, I have to take the stairs and go indoors to disinfect various items, clothing, and packaging on food surfaces. The killers are in the air. They are everywhere, constantly contacting me, and I feel powerless. disinfecting becomes a kind of psychological comfort, and it depends entirely on luck. Every time I come back from going out, I am covered in sweat. The mask suffocates my brain and my brain is starved of oxygen. When I take off the protective mask, I find that I am so longing for safe and clean air. Breathing freely becomes a luxury.
The living environment of mankind is deeply worrying. Wait, my breath is free. The future is uncertain, and perhaps what awaits you is a sore throat first.
