Are we tired of hearing…. “…because of COVID……” yet?

Everyone was living their best life or at least the finest their blurry vision could see above their pocket sized screens. The viral chaos did not hault the multitude of perpetual mobile tracks as the global yet intrusive mandate considered everyone’s fragile feelings by muffling biting remarks and suffocating contagious exhales all while quashing bodily rights with just a prick or two or three.

Not being very acrobatic, the cartwheels will have to take a backseat to a few quick witted snides and a virtual jump onto a suppositious soapbox as ranting immoderately about those gourmandizers who gave extra attention to the smallest of crumbs at the bottom of the chip bag (Cheetos were my personal favorite).

Yet the award goes to the pontification of those blaming society’s not so newfound lack of social skills on generational upbringing in a fetal attempt to excuse their self-inflicted personal confinement to a pajama-clad hermitage. No doubt Dr Spock would smack himself stupid if he witnessed the jammie-clad recluses making their grand escape to Wally-World for a stock up of Doritos, M&Ms, Red Bull and of course my favorite finger dying orange puff!

Years after armageddon, we continue to hang onto expected behaviors like a monkey in a banana tree. Time to split from the bad behavior and not in the fruit fashion involving ice cream.

After a long virus induced captivity ~ it’s time to Release The Monkeys!