I always disliked Sundays, especially when I was younger and
nearly everything closed on a Sunday. I always felt a sense of stagnation in the
air; life seemed to slow down to the point where people became
semi-comatose, and the flow of natural energy felt laboured and uncomfortable.
HSPs are highly sensitive to atmospheres, and so are INFJs. It isn’t
surprising, therefore, that my mood was always subdued on a Sunday.
And now the Sunday feeling has become ubiquitous. Town
centres are so much quieter than usual. The pubs and catering establishments
are closed and so are some of the shops. The schools are closed, the sporting
calendar is in stasis, and the message is resoundingly one of ‘stay indoors and
avoid contact with other humans.’ Even the village Quiz Night where I live has
been cancelled. It seems that every day is now Sunday.
That’s why I would personally prefer it if people ignored
the whole issue and carried on as normal. I’m not recommending it, of course,
because I realise that to do so would probably set in motion an exponential
progression leading to more deaths. But it’s how feel. I could do without
having the cocktail of health issues and other worries being further augmented
by the consequences of a plague, dragging me further into the dark place which
has become my natural environment of late.
But I rely on the presumption that all this will pass in due
course. And in the meantime I make humorous comments on the issue here because
that’s a notable British characteristic. When faced with adversity we like to
laugh at it in whatever way we can. Maybe others do the same. I wouldn’t know.
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