I have learned to accept there is no such thing as closure with old relationships, even when you do a cut and clear on them. The emotions pop up from time to time, shame often being a primary one, and I have to deal with them. The Coof thing was weird because it taught me that the sort of person I used to like and trust -- artsy, bohemian, smart, articulate, and edgy -- can often be the most toxic of Stalinists. I was especially disgusted to see supposedly peace-loving hippies get on board with Covidmania. As a vegan, I find I have almost no tolerance for other vegans in general because they went for the quaxx narrative despite Fauci's crew being outed as a bunch of animal-torturing sickos. I don't feel anyone who got the quaxx understood they were completely reneging on veganism when they got it. For what it's worth, I find that my solitary hikes in forest preserves are very healing.
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