Zack's Anger Diary #570: We Don't Listen

Dear Diary …

As you can imagine, doing the Anger Diary right now is just like pretty much everything else in the world … weird. I mean what am I gonna do, sit here and say things like “Oh man I hate it when people don’t use their turn signals!” Trust me … I wish I could. I wish so freakin’ hard that I could just sit here and rant about how my son refuses to poop more than once every few days, but now I’m here praising him because it saves toilet paper!

So I’m gonna do my best to be here for everybody, provide a smile and an escape, a sense of community every day to be a part of. I’m also gonna be straight up honest with you about where my head is at with everything that’s going on, and share some observations that I hope can be helpful.

For example … and I won’t candy coat it … I worry for this country because what we have to do now is something that is totally not in our nature … and that is to listen. I absolutely love and appreciate the American spirit and I’m proud to be an American, but we absolutely stink at listening and following rules. It’s not who we are. It’s never been who we are. This is a country that was founded on a spirit of not wanting to be told what to do by somebody else.

And every time in our past when we’ve faced adversity, we’ve been able to greet it with that spirit of, “I’m not going to let this thing keep me down or tell me what to do!” And normally that is amazing and part of what makes us great, but right now … it’s the exact opposite.

Right now we need to listen and do what we’re told, and we hate it. I mean here we are, facing a worldwide health disaster, we’re being asked to stay in our homes, and yet I see people hanging out in the park, playing soccer, going for a run with other people, etc. etc. because we simply cannot listen.

We say things like “Well there’s only 6 of us and we all feel fine. It’s OK for just a few minutes.” OK great … as if being less than 10 people makes you immune to the Coronavirus. What if one of you is infected? Well now all of you might be infected, as well as all the other people you go home to. Suddenly it’s not 6 people any more now is it?

And that’s because this is who we are. It just kills us to blindly follow orders. We might MOSTLY follow orders, but we’re always gonna throw in a little something in there. We’re like teenagers who are grounded, constantly trying to sneak out of the house when Mom and Dad aren’t watching.

Trust me … I hate all of this just as much as everybody else, but it’s time to suck it up as a country and … well … get grounded. Sure … many of us still have to work and you gotta buy food and groceries, but we gotta cut everything else out as much as possible. And that stinks, but would you rather be totally grounded for a few weeks and hopefully be done with it, or would you rather just drag this thing out for God knows how long? That’s the way I’m looking at it, and the way I think we all need to look at it.

So … you’re grounded. Now listen to Dad and go to your room! Please!

Till next time Diary … I say … Goodbye