Though we were never the BESTEST of buds, I found out recently that we lost an old friend of mine, but not to COVID-19, or death, or anything that final. They're quite alive and in perfectly decent health, it would seem, physically. (We hadn't kept touch and our social circles had long since moved in different directions.) No, we lost another one to conspiracies, Trump-Whispering, "this coronavirus thing is a liberal media lie," what-are-they-not-telling-us-about-5G, Yes-I-Will-Post-This-Link-From-InfoWars thinking. They have fallen into the epistemological crevass, to the point of posting and defending shit from InfoWars, quite literally, and telling everyone what Donald J. Trump really meant he said that.
I do not have the energy, currently, to be angry. I am just sad; sad that this is what it's come to. Even though this person wasn't at my wedding or anything, at the end of the day, I have a lost a friend in some measure, because I cannot be friends - in a meaningful way - with someone who succumbs to this "alternate reality." It's heartbreaking to see someone you know become someone you knew.
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