No. Nope. Can't really do what I want. In fact, I can't do anything I want even if I'm prepared to break the rules/law. No dancing, pub nights, choir, gym, cinema, work, travel to see family, birthday parties for kids, no making new friends, no dating, no sex.
I have broken the law a few times when my mental health is about to give up - usually a first date or a one night stand. That's the only adult company I have had in god knows how many months. That is not how I want my life to be!
Meanwhile my ex husband commutes on a packed train to London and works with 200 people and socialises (at work) most days. He hasn't broken any rules.
Actually, yes. I've had enough! Fuck everyone else for once! My own survival instinct is kicking in and I won't be apologetic about it. COVID virtue signallers don't care about the way anyone else suffers but expect buckets of compassion back. Enough is enough! Go hide behind your floral sofa with a tin of beans!
And I just feel so helpless flailing about here.. Because it's pointless. Because I can't return life back to normality. I can only rebel in those tiny ways that make no difference.
You see OP, we are quite similar - throwing pointless tantrums over things we know nothing about, fuelled by our own selfishness (hence we both assume my cause is greater than yours). And no, you don't gain anything by having "law" on your side - hence me mentioning my ex. You'd be safer having a cuppa with me than my rule abiding ex!
YABU