One other thing people seem to be doing to cope is to post endless streams of cute animal pics and gifs. We all mourn in our own way, and if that’s working for you, I respect that. But it’s not working for me. Looking at expressions of happiness — from humans or animals — right now is making me feel ill. It cuts me like a knife, actually.
My bus driver smiled at me this morning, and all I wanted to do was tell him, “Don’t give me that shit.”