I’m wearing one. No question about it. I just bought myself a new one yesterday.
I’m investing money; I am in this for the long haul.
Some of you are choosing to not wear masks. Your prerogative.
I wish you would wear one, but if you’re choosing not to, then I guess I’ll just back up a few steps if we need to interact.
But what I have noticed is that backing up, covering my nose and mouth, conducting myself as if there were a global pandemic, is making me the recipient of ridicule and derision.
Many (not all, I guess?) of the maskless are getting quite smug. I’ve noticed it particularly in young adults – those who are relatively new to adulthood and to making decisions on their own.
And most interestingly, the worst of the smuggers that I have encountered are young women.
I’m not saying anything political or making sweeping generalizations about the population who are not wearing masks – I see young, old, male, female, white, brown, black.
If you want to go to the lake with your family and friends, god bless ya, I’m kind of envious, but I am making different choices.
I am saying something about the attitude of the maskless population who think that they are superior to those of us with our faces covered.
It shows in the condescending looks I get when I am the only one in the room with a mask. It shows every time an open-faced individual bumps into me – accidentally on-purpose.
Last time I went to Walmart I ran into a girl who I had babysat, who in turn babysat my children, and is now
grown up, old enough, to be raising her own. We usually stop and chat, but as I was deciding if I wanted to make the effort that it takes, she looked at me with a smirk on her face, a “hrmph” on her lips, haughtily lifted her head and walked right on out of there, wholly superior to this old lady’s fear-ridden existence.
So yesterday, I went elsewhere to try to support one of our local business, and while searching the aisles for wood putty, a young lady, an employee, who went to high school with my kids (meaning that IF she is 21, then it’s just barely, making her still a child in my mind,) approached.
I greeted her warmly – as warmly as you can with half of your face hidden. She was lukewarm in response. At first I thought, “Maybe she doesn’t recognize me with my mask on,” so I said, “Hey__________, it’s me, HDD.”
She looked at me with “Duh,” written all over her face…
Which I could see the entirety of because she wasn’t wearing a mask.
Suddenly I remembered skimming over something on Facebook about this particular business and their lack of Covid-19 restrictions.
Should have paid more attention to that one.
Anyway, in response to her general inquiry about helping me find something I responded that I needed wood putty which apparently was one aisle over.
And apparently the only way there was for her to push past me, in the narrow row of wood glue and stain. She literally, physically, bumped me out of the way, with a total “I dare you to say something,” arrogance.
I did what any sane person would do as she passed…
I held my breath.
I was pissed, and yet I didn’t say a word.
For one, it’s too hard to talk while fighting for every breath through multiple layers of cotton and coffee filters.
Two, I knew that I would get no support from any of my fellow customers or the managers of the store. That was perfectly clear.
But the main reason that I didn’t say anything was that I am sick and tired of the animosity between the believers and the non-believers.
People have gotten so ugly with each other. Unkind. Disrespectful. Nasty.
As a mother figure, I could easily have justified saying to this gal, “Oh Honey – I really wish you’d be more careful and cover up your face.”
Of I could have said, “What the fuck are you doing getting so close to me?”
But I didn’t because we need to be gentle with one another right now in this topsy-turvy world.
And though I may be secretly judging those who are making different decisions than I am, I also understand that others are making the decisions that they believe are right for them, and while we each might (probably) feel very strongly about our positions, does it mean that we have to be ugly with each other?
I don’t think so.
I get it that if I choose to continue to isolate, to cover my face, to wash my hands 52 million times, that’s my choice and I am the one who is “inconvenienced,” by having to wear a piece of cloth over my face. It is my responsibility to take those precautions – which I am.
But I believe that it is the maskless’ responsibility to respect those boundaries – not push against them.
Why must there be an air of superiority? Sure, they could be right and I could be wrong (and paranoid).
OR I could be right and they are about to get a lot of people very sick.
But, I’m keeping my covered mouth shut because we do not need more divisiveness right now and I believe in being kind. So why do people on the other side of the debate feel the need to totally disrespect me, my choices, my body?
I’m not inconveniencing anyone. I am not spreading a deadly disease. I am not forcing any of my political beliefs on anyone. My mask is not taking away anyone’s constitutional rights.
My masked friends declare that they too have been on the receiving end of physical contact, snide remarks, and general disdain. I am not imagining this.
But what I can’t imagine is why it has to be this way.
There is no need for condescension.
No reason to be smug.
PS: Before any of the maskless gets all hyped up – I am fully aware that there are many of the swaddled that are verbally taking people out for NOT wearing a mask. That’s not okay either. And to you, I say, “Be kind. Be respectful. Play by your rules. Socially distance yourself…
And for Fuck’s sake, don’t start shit with your neighbors.”
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I applaud you my sister. I wear a mask and don’t give a rats ass about anyones opinion. I can’t get this or it will probably kill me. I got the same thing at a local lumber company and I just kept shopping and ignoring the stares. Some of the people with the ” by God, no one is the boss of me”, have contracted it and now wish they had wore it. I will hold my head high and survive this with a smile (under my mask). Peace.
It’s the arrogance and smug attitude – I hate to wish for anyone to get sick, but…
it’s like when you’re driving 5 mph over the speed limit and someone rudely blows past you and you think, “I hope there’s a fucking cop up ahead.”
This saddens and tires me. Not the reading of it, but what it says of our world, society, and my own experiences, which mirror yours.
Yesterday a boater I hadn’t seen in a while approached my open truck window. I put my hand up, like, stay back, please, because I didn’t have my mask on, because I was driving home, alone, again. He said, “Oh, are you one of those believers?” “Yes,” I said, “and I’m sixty-five.” He backed up and we visited and I left and drove home, alone, again, feeling sad and disappointed. But why would I expect that just ’cause he’s a boater he would be of like mind? Hmmm. My own prejudices showing.
Thank you for writing this, my masked friend!
I agree – I would have made assumptions along those same lines. I am not surprised about where some people fall on the spectrum but others really surprise me. At least he backed up and treated you nicely!