The Bah-Humbug COVID has brought to Halloween.

So this Halloween has been kind of a bummer for everyone. Thanks to the pandemic of COVID-19. Thus, it’s perfectly normal for people to feel the bitterness as many things have felt the heartbreak in this COVID wear. In my brief moment of wearing the costume, you already have an available array of bitter people looking and whispering at one another, pointing towards this girl’s outfit. Which I didn’t recognize at first, however carpooling my family (one to work and one to chemotherapy), my sister from another mister ended up saying out loud to a restaurant we went to pick up breakfast at (which I was trying to figure out orders in my head for our fantastic nurse that is facilitating my aunt’s chemo treatment); looked up as she said out loud “Well good morning everyone.” She mentioned that a dual of cops (which I honestly thought they were crooked cop costumes) ended up moving tables, which seemed a bit suspicious.

Considering that we sat and ate for a bit, we realized as she pointed out to me the stares that we were getting. I usually don’t care about as these things don’t bother me. But you know the content of my blogs. I talk in my blogs about the behavioral patterns and low-key insults attempt to do, which my sister was calling out the whole time we were eating. The truth of the matter is, it made me laugh because today, it just proved even more so that those who chose not to participate in Halloween ended up just being bitter about the whole Halloween season. What if you’re not wearing a costume? People try to shame you for moving forward with an attempt of normalcy and still following COVID-19 precautions. I give props because it’s “adaptation” to the things that are happening around us and still keeping others’ wellbeing into consideration, instead of shaming those for following protocols even if they disagree with them. Do it. All because they have a consideration of others. Which shows compassion and consideration of others. Which is something that we much need in this Era.

At first, I found the humor in the scenario as it played out exactly how to call it all the time in mass quantities. Calling out some of the actions like staring made people quickly turn away. Which one of them dropped the coffee they got while picking up an order for our nurse at the treatment center. However, my sister was not so happy and was getting significantly perturbed by the officers who ended up moving three tables down as they continued to stare and make comments. I couldn’t understand what resented in her frustration. I mean, for me, it’s like this. If your bitter in this pandemic, don’t infect others with your bitterness and disdain during this pandemic. Not everyone feels the same as you do. And if you cross that person who ended up using quarantine time to gain self-efficacy and courage. Not everyone was looking at no social interaction as a negative. And a lot of them gained the strength to stand up to insults. Don’t get got. But one of the things. But the thing that annoyed her that was getting under her skin was that they were meant to serve and protect. Not be on the clock to “talk shit.” Which her thoughts on that was instead of “shaming” they should of as officers ended up saying “stay safe.”

Remembering the things that have been reported in public media, I can see why this was a sore spot for her. The truth of the matter was that the negative coverage stemmed from the police brutality that occurs over the country. I am not saying not all cops are this way. As a matter of fact, many are not. However, we are only human. And when you don’t separate personal feelings from being professional, things get ugly. One of the things that typically happen when someone gets got, is the act of defending themselves, which leads to deflection. In the normal world, we this occur and see how those feelings play out. When people hit nerves, they end up going to extremes to redeem their wounded pride, initially by hurting someone emotionally. Well, when officers or people who are prone to getting their feelings hurt. Without self-control, they tend to do a quick fix in the “I’ll show you” idealism. But the leverage and equipped with a resource of weapons. It can end up responding in a trigger with an assault. And when now realizing they ended up overreacting with force, they cover up their aggressive behavior by lying about the scenario.

The truth of the matter is the one thing that we all forgot in life is the simple act which is “Treat everyone how you want to be treated.

You are always told to pick and choose your battles. And be the better person. But if you think about it, when situations like this occur. You’re allowing someone to abuse you. Like I am saying, I am not saying all cops are the same. But they are human. Which abuse of power, in this case, I feel, isn’t intentional, but a trigger from an emotional hurt they experienced in the back and forward of the confrontation and react in rage. We all do. When someone ends up getting hurt to the point it hit an emotional trigger; people lose a sense of control as it triggers something that reminds us of a time we were extremely vulnerable. Where sensitivity classes are not the solution, I feel. Counseling and the ability to identify these triggers is something that is much more needed in the force. As well as a prevention class to help some of them have social etiquette, many of them forget how to stay professional and engage in high school rhetoric. The truth of the matter is the one thing that we all failed in life is the simple act, which is “Treat everyone how you want to be treated.

Published by Frieda Lopez at Frieda the Writer

Frieda López is the writer for Journey of an Unraveled Road who was born and raised in San Antonio, TX. Through her professional career in Customer Relations and Retail Management, she has utilized her experience and interactions with the behavioral patterns, which was used to start her personal journey with Journey of A Unraveled Road as her debut novel. She has completed philosophy, psychology, and theology courses at San Antonio College as well as creative writing courses. Frieda López has been a lifelong writer since 2nd grade. A survivor of childhood trauma, childhood abuse, and domestic violence, she wrote this piece, which started this book as her personal journey; works from home in San Antonio, TX.

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