I remember I was at my uni library and I learned from a tweet of the health ministry that schools and unis are shutdown for the foreseeable future. I immediately went home early.

I remember telling my siblings “Meh this will probably last a week or so”. lol in hindsight.

  • GreyShuck@feddit.ukEnglish
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    7 days ago

    There is a window for “Where were you when…?” questions, I think.

    • Kennedy? Nope.
    • Moon landing? Just about.
    • Challenger? Yep.
    • Princess Di? Yep.
    • 9/11? Yep.
    • Lockdowns? Whatever…

    I think that I am drifting past that window nowadays.

    • Nangijala@feddit.dkEnglish
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      7 days ago

      My earliest was Diana!

      But yeah, I feel like the 2020s has been one “where we’re you when…” after the other. At this point I also just kinda don’t give a fuck anymore. I remember where I was when lockdown happened. I remember where I was when I heard Russia had sent missiles at Kiyv.

      I don’t remember where I was when trump was shot at, elected, got into office his second time and the subsequent assault on my senses his administration has committed to ever since.

      I’m Danish, but I don’t even remember where I was when I heard they wanted to annex Greenland. I just don’t care anymore.

      I have an old ww2 diary that I inherited many years ago that still had many pages left in it. I started documenting my life once a year until covid and documented as much of that experience as possible because I thought it would be fun to have two world events in one old book. And then Russia vs Ukraine happened and I wrote a bit about that. Then the inflation and I barely mentioned that and now Trump 2 and I have looked at the diary on my shelf and considered writing about it, but I just can’t be fucked to.

      One of the reasons why I decided to write in the diary in the first place was because I was mildly pissed off that the diary largely ignored the war and just focused on boring everyday logs. So when covid happened I thought it would be a brilliant opportunity to share a historical event in detail.

      But at this point, I get it. I so fucking get, man. I look at the diary entries from the previous owner from the 40s and I fucking get why she preferred to write about girl scout outings and nothing else. You just want to escape reality at some point when every single day is a new nightmare in the news and you’re powerless to stop it.