W.Griffin

COVID. 😆 The virus so powerful it could somehow tell whether you were standing or sitting in a pub. • So intelligent it knew a Scotch egg magically turned beer into medicine • So disciplined it waited politely until 10:01pm to suddenly become lethal • People disinfected their shopping like it was a biohazard delivery • People marched along floor arrows in supermarkets like religious pilgrims • People treated cash like it was cursed radioactive parchment • People cracked windows open in the middle of February to “blow the particles away” — as if the virus respected basic airflow etiquette • Six feet. Not five. Not seven. Exactly six. Because pathogens apparently carry tape measures Then — new crisis, new graphics, new outrage. • Masks quietly retired for some (but not others) • Arrows peeled up off the floor • Cash came back from the dead • Curfews vanished like a magician’s assistant The virus didn’t disappear overnight… …it was never the omnipotent supervillain we were told. But the theatre? That part stuck around in people’s heads. The rituals. The slogans. The rules that sometimes felt way more symbolic than scientific. History won’t just record the silliness — it’ll record how human beings act when fear + authority + media + uncertainty all collide at once. Mass behaviour? That’s psychological. And psychology spreads a hell of a lot faster than any bullshit common cold. 🥶🙄