I’ve reached a point in which I dread my town to come out of restrictions. I am also slowly fading away in them, having realized that, while I am rather introverted and was somewhat OK with the closing of everything, I come to feel the lack of some things, like seeing friends every now and then, having at least the option to go out and do something and changing your schedule to break monotony.
Yet today what I feared has happened. Santiago is divided into several communes, and the city is ripe with socioeconomic divisions. I live in the rich area. My entire life I have lived in two communes, Las Condes and Vitacura. Both are part of a set of three (or four, depending on who you ask) that usually vote to the right, are somewhat conservative have actually earned the fame of trying to live in our own reality, with nice suburbs and such. So obviously we were target of some things in the social tensions of 2019.
I really don’t want to describe myself politically because that’s not the point of discussion and its usually destructive in the long run.
We were also the first set of communes that were sent into lockdown when the virus arrived. Since higher income means more people travel then it is sort of natural that the virus first appeared here. Jokes were rampant on how we should be secluded from the rest of the country and other rather nasty takes on incest. It wasn’t great. Then everyone got locked down.
My country has used a communal strategy. That means they decide if you go on lockdown based on how your commune and the nearby communes have done in the pandemic and how the cases are going. Since we were the first to be locked down, we also turned out to be ahead in the race to lower the cases after the First wave. So when we were released attacks didn’t wait: That we were only getting that treatment because of money, that it was all an attempt to kill the people, that it was just big business in the area doing their move on the health policy. Surely nothing to do with people actually observing the lockdown, since every time somebody from the three communes or from those schools in the area or with a foreign last name got involved in breaking the lockdown we were all thrown into the same sack. No. It had to be that we are somewhat inconsiderate and just plain evil.
And I know this kind of talk is just better to leave be and not pay any attention. That I should just see what I have done and see if its enough. And I have done my best. But when the talk on Social media and even formal media is just that you start wondering, doubting, and then believing. A part of you believes that you are part of a group that is just bad and should be casted out of society. A part of you decides to listen. Then, two things can happen. You can act all sarcastic on that, doubling down on the attitude they wish to set for you, parodying it for your own sanity, or you can start a conflict with yourself, a never-ending questioning, self-observation and evaluation always joined by self-deprecation and a downward spiral.
Today we were released again. And I just hoped it wouldn’t happen. I hate myself for it, I hate the circumstances I was born into for it, and I hate myself for hating them. I find it very hard now to feel that I have a genuine place in the society that is being made again as the country readies to write a new constitution in the coming months. I feel like an outcast. And I know, due to the way my countrymen are, that saying it like this will get me mockery and even hate. But that’s just how I feel. And while I don’t want to, I feel it’s my duty to withdraw and vanish.