I am finally, finally, having an evening to myself – my first semblance of “normal” in quite some time.
It has been quite a bizarre week. A little Twilight Zone-y. I felt entirely disconnected from my sweet existence. Things went a bit off-kilter in multiple realms of my life and I too went off-kilter.
I was coming back to center; things were on the upswing.
we went to Mesa Verde in the middle of a Global Pandemic.
I do so love to say, “Global Pandemic”.
There are not a lot of visitors in the Park right now, but enough.
Maybe 70% of them wore masks.
I wanted to say something to the 30%.
I wanted to respectfully say, “You know, we have a Mask Mandate in place.”
And with a bit more of an edge, “Hey, you are putting my community at risk. I shouldn’t feel unsafe in my own town.”
And then, with a lot more edge, “GO HOME!!!!!”
I was sad. Disheartened. Disspirited.
I just want to say “Come on people, quit being a selfish asshole.”
But I keep my mouth shut…
because I have manners.
And also, because I know that the maskless won’t suddenly change their minds and apologize for their lapse in judgment.
Because I know that a confrontation is likely to escalate on both sides.
Because I know that the leaders in my county will not enforce the Governor’s mandate.
Apparently, rules don’t apply to them.
Because it feels hopeless.
I was truly trying to refrain from going on a tirade about masks here on my blog. Part of why I haven’t been writing much is because I haven’t wanted to be a part of another heated discussion on social media and I have friends on both sides of the fence on this issue – friends who I would like to keep.
I’m actually sick to death of social media. I’ve limited my usage to only news. And only a certain amount. I am so disappointed in so many human beings that the load has gotten too heavy. Like so many others, I need a break from it all.
So, let’s go to the National Park and check out cool things.
And there it is, all of the garbage, the Rebels and the Sheeple, together on Sunday family outings in a beautiful place, in my town, my community. Every person there was obviously either masked or unmasked, and that single factor alone influenced how folks were interacting with each other and if I am to be completely honest, it fully influenced what I thought of each person I passed.
I do NOT want to be that person. I’m the gal who will smile and talk to anyone and everyone. So to feel anger and resentment towards my fellow human beings, based on appearances, feels super icky.
Disapproving is a very uncomfortable sensation.
But disapproving I am.
I want to carry around a sign. One side will say, “Thank you for wearing a mask.”
The other side…”Fuck you.”
But still, behind my mask, I keep my mouth shut and just step away from anyone without a face covering.
Then, at the Cliff Palace this man and his family blew past everyone on the trail, almost, if not actually, bumping people out of his way. And as the guy is huffing past me he says to no one and everyone, “Look at all these fucking stupid people.”
No shit. In front of his kids. In front of everyone else’s kids. Totally unprovoked.
Unless having to look at a person in a mask is provocation enough.
So my question here is Why?
Why does my mask bother this man so much that he feels the need to be ugly in front of his children?
Why do so many of the maskless feel the need to get mean?
If this is all about individual “rights” then don’t you have to respect someone who is exercising their individual right, even if you don’t agree with it?
And if the maskless feel that we Sheeple are (dumb, scared, brainless pusses…) go ahead and think that but again, why the hostility?
And then I wonder,
If the Science is wrong, and people are wearing masks needlessly, the only harm they are doing to anyone is irritating the maskless. They aren’t putting anyone at risk of anything.
But, conversely, if the Science is spot on, and masks will help prevent millions of deaths, then the maskless are actually doing harm. They are putting other people at risk.
So then, why the fuck are the maskless getting pissed off at the covered-ups?
It makes no sense.
Nothing makes sense these days.
So, sitting here, under my tree, watching the evening light change over the canyons, I think that the entire world feels a little Twilight Zone-y.
Except when I am here. This makes sense.