For those who do not know, a major pipeline was recently hacked which forced it to be closed down. That was days ago. Yesterday after the governor of NC declared an emergency, people lost their collective minds. Not even hearing that the same pipeline should be back up and sending products by the end of the week.
I should be okay, but others, not so much. For once my obsession of not allowing the fuel tank to fall below half is playing in my favor. But here we are, once again falling victim to our own fears.
There is a shortage, because, we have created the shortage. People who go to the pumps with extra containers to fill, taking away from those who come later in real need. Panic buying, just like the toilet paper, just like the hand sanitizer, just like the cleaners. Walking (or driving) away with an “I got mine, so sorry -not- about you doing without.” attitude.
Last night I saw photo after photo of the panic buying. My mother, who needs gas, went to a station this morning, but the lines were all the way back into the road. Of course this was not safe so they moved on to their next destination. They plan on going back afterwards but if the place still has fuel I don’t see it being any better. Because of the panic, the unnecessary panic.
I wouldn’t dare to hazard a guess as to who hacked the pipeline. A group has been blamed who said they didn’t do it but then, most bad guys are going to say “wasn’t me” right? We could fall down the conspiracy hole, but its dark down there so I’m not going. I will share a flashlight though if you want to give it a go.
I really need to go pick up a few groceries, I’m not sure though I want to get out there in the madness. I do tend to have a morbid curiosity from time to time but not so much right now. Panicked people are not the most rational. I was glad that dad went with mom even though that isn’t a lot better. Two senior citizens aren’t much against a crazed person. I won’t be content until I know they are home safe, gas or no gas.
I am also glad with this going on, that I don’t work and have to worry about gas so much, but others do. My son has to be at work, but at least he has the motorcycle. Others have long commutes. Others have careers that are essential in life saving ways. Others have to be at their jobs so they need the gas to get there. So y’all come on, calm down.
As it is, I won’t be going to the mountain to hike. I’ll hang around the house and hike the back woods. There may be some wildflowers growing back there just waiting to be photographed.
That is if I brave up and go to the store for batteries. I really don’t have a choice, I’m almost out of dog and cat food and they outnumber me. I can also use the time to consider this blog thing. Looking at the stats doesn’t look good. I don’t plan on stopping writing, I just may need to do something different. Make adjustments or outright changes. This attempt at encouraging without coming right out with blatant instructions but using Andy Griffith type stories doesn’t seem to be working. Sharing me and my successes may be rubbing folks the wrong way. That hope of building up enough interest and interaction is fading fast. Then again, it may all just be part of the insanity increasing. Too much outside stuff going on at the moment taking attention away from the simple. Who knows?
But y’all, really..calm down, it will be okay. Stop playing into the hands of the insanity.
I had already got gas before this whole debacle. I can usually last two weeks on a tank. But I’m sure everything will work itself out.
As did I. Funny that it was a spur of the moment, I have a half tank but I’m this close so why not. Now I’m glad I went ahead.
I’m glad I’m not doing the 20 round trip commute anymore. I just filled up, so I should be good for a couple of weeks.
I had just filled up last Saturday and my car had been driven very little so its fine. My son however is in a different situation so he may end up driving my car until he can get fuel for either his car or bike.
I hope people stop this madness.
You and me both. I rarely went anywhere to begin with, now I’m afraid to go anywhere fearing not being able to get gas and getting stranded or not being able to take mom somewhere she needs to go.