Pragmatic — adjective, dealing with things sensibly and realistically in a way that is based on practical rather than theoretical considerations.
One thing I love about cats (and most animals) is that they are pragmatic. I have two cats who only have one eye. One cat doesn’t seem to know it. The other one knows it but functions fine with limited sight. Neither one do pity parties for themselves or play the pathetic soul. There is no sense of entitlement (not any more than any other cat). No blame. It just is and they go on with life. If only people were like that.
I’ve always considered myself pragmatic. Mostly. I can have an occasional pity party but I usually switch to problem solving early on. There are other people like me but we largely go unnoticed. We are not theatrical. Little drama. Not very entertaining.
Because of the corona virus we are in “lockdown.” It’s a time of staying home except for essential purposes. The government has closed all non-essential businesses (yep, that’s all the fun places — restaurants, bars, theaters, entertainment venues, museums, libraries, churches, etc.). Even for a pragmatist, it takes getting used to.
Our liquor stores were closed. People stormed them like they were the beaches at Normandy. With purpose. And full carts of booze. The shutdown is for two weeks. No large groups of people are to gather. How can you drink all that and stay alive? Add that to the toilet paper hoarding. (At the end of this there should be a study on what people think they need to survive an apocalypse.)
We have enough food for a few weeks and could go longer if we can continue to get fresh produce, milk and juice. If we can’t, we still won’t starve. I’ll just be cranky. My cats on the other hand, are wondering if another shipment of cat food from Chewy would be prudent. Just to be safe. Maybe throw in some catnip too.
Wherever you are, stay safe. Stop worrying. It does no good.