I was greeted the other morning by a stink bug on the bathroom mirror.
(I killed it before trying to get a photo.)
And today I learned the stink bug is native to southeast Asia and likely was accidentally introduced to the US from China or Japan. No reports on whether it was from Wuhan.
Pandemic fatigue has become its own pandemic as of late. I find myself tired and grieving the loss of many things over the past year.
The usual stuff.
If you look around, you’ll see people in the various stages of grief surrounding COVID. Anger and denial seem to be the most common.
I continue to be stunned by people I thought were generally like-minded when I learn of their views on everything from the mask debate to the existence of the virus itself and now on to the vax debate.
On the other hand, nothing really surprises me anymore.
There are so many situations in life where it’s impossible to know everything one hundred percent. There are too many variables. Too many unknowns. Even the best supercomputers we have can’t crunch those equations. So like good engineers or good business leaders we learn what we can, assess the risks, throw a fudge factor into the math if we have to, and make a decision. We decide and we take action.
Burying your head in the sand is like burying your moolah in the ground and expecting a payoff.
As I scratch my head over some of the ludicrous beliefs and double standards, it seems like we as a society have lost any tolerance for uncertainty.
Which means cancelling all scientists, engineers, and medical doctors just for starters.
If you can’t tell me with complete certainty, you’re dead to me. That’s the attitude I see anyway.
Why do we have to know everything?
Do we think we’re God?
Oh wait …
