That’s People for You

We are facing the coronavirus problem, said to come once in a hundred years.

Precisely because it is an invisible phenomenon, anxiety mounts in the world, and I too have no recourse now but to devote myself to self-defense.

Go to the supermarket, and on false rumors, people rushing to grab toilet paper before anyone else form long lines. Is this truly the proper figure of the Japanese, who ought, more than other nations, to possess a moral order of yielding and sharing? I fume, deplorable as it is.

But is my anger only for that reason?

No, it isn’t. Honestly, the impatience that there’s only half a roll of toilet paper left at home factors in, too.

I had grandly held forth on how the Japanese ought ideally to be, but I myself—still far from having a Buddha’s heart—am an immature fellow fuming with the wish to find and hoard some quickly at another store.