I can’t take it anymore.
Thousands of thoughts running through my head. Everywhere my head turn, everywhere I look, there it is.
Quarantine. Isolation. Death. Infection. Borders closing. Flights canceled. People stuck abroad. Don’t know what to do, where to go, who to turn to. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Countries locking down.
I don’t want to miss out on the news.
But I don’t want to be bombarded by it either.
And it’s not just the news.
Every single day I get Whatsapp messages — sometimes phone calls — telling me the latest situation and updates, which I don’t mind because ignorance is not always a bliss but when people are trying to convince you that you should be very, very scared…
It is so bizarre.
Those of us residing in Singapore have experienced this madness since January 2020. 23rd January 2020.
Fear had spread like wildfire as the number of cases rose.
I see the number of people in public dwindling down. Restaurants have less patron and the train was less packed. Many of my family and friends called, telling me the wisest thing for me to do at the time would be to go home.
But the rest of the world was doing just fine.
The topic of coronavirus popped up more and more often as days went by. I saw international news channels broadcasting updates of the situation, in China, in Singapore and later on in South Korea. The rest of the world seemed to be following the news closely but were doing just fine.
Not worrying excessively like the people here in Singapore.
Other than Singapore, there was never any news about people buying hand sanitizers and toilet rolls in bulk or stockpiling non-perishable food.
I would logged in to Medium and wonder if it was all just a dream.
No one was writing about Coronavirus or Covid-19. There were a few mentions here and…