I genuinely don’t care. I don’t care people are dying, get intubated, etc. I don’t care and I resent all attempts to shame me into caring. I hate being told “we’re in this together”. No we’re not. Who is this “we”. There is no we, there’s me, that’s it. I don’t care about your grandma who died alone in the hospital. I don’t care about your neighbour who got intubated, I don’t give a flying fuck about them.

I won’t be shamed into caring. I don’t feel an ounce of empathy for “society” whatever that is and I deeply, deeply resent and feel disgusted, utterly revulsed by these effeminate little worms making pleas on twitter to “oh just think of the sick”, when in reality all they’re doing in self aggrandising by convincing people “they care”.

Bullshit! They don’t care, they just pretend because that’s what’s cool now.

I don’t wear a mask.

I break every covid rule I can.

I went to a clandestine gym all the months they were supposed to be closed.

I lied at the border and said I’m travelling for business purposes when instead I went on holiday.

I went to barbecues and parties and tinder dates when they were illegal.

I’ve broken quarantine.

I absolutely loathe these restrictions and the slimy cockroaches who try to shame me into respecting them.

I don’t respect the rules and I feel no guilt about it. The opposite, the more I see weaklings seething about people like me, the more satisfied I feel.

I don’t care about the pandemic, the rules and the people who try to shame me. Cope.

\~From TrueOffMyChest