What the fuck do I say?

What the fuck do I say?

I have so many friends and acquaintances legitimately afraid of dying and I don't know what to tell them. People with immune issues or other pre-existing conditions that make them at-risk for death if they get infected with Coronavirus. 

Usually, I'm the one with words and ideas. The one who can encourage, provide solace or at least a hopeful, helpful word. 

But I can't answer their very real concern that they'll get accidentally infected and die. 

Certainly I can say "Stay inside and wash your hands" but that's all I can honestly intellectually say. I can't even emotionally say "It'll be fine," because I don't emotionally believe it is 100% sure it will be. 

It's frustrating and makes me want to cry, because I want to help them and help calm them, reduce their anxiety and fear. But I can't. I legitimately, honestly can't. 

What the fuck can I do? Please tell me. 

Paisley P. Peinforte

About Paisley P. Peinforte

Having successfully invaded both America and Canada from her home base in Windsor, Paisley has become horribly corrupted by the world. She hates active voice and wishes to god Twitter had an edit button. Dedicated to "creating the greatest 'Ship of them all", she ponders horribly terrible, idiotic things for your amusement.


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I'm a snarky, semi-horrible human being given to penning intentionally bad epic slashfiction involving improbable objects and individuals, with the ultimate ambition of befouling Kindle with it one day,which is ostensibly what this blog is for.

In practice, however, it tends to mainly be a circular file for my various thoughts and ideas, some whimsical and others not, in addition to my various Photoshop experiments, mainly collections of what I generate for Twitter.