I have watched the national schizophrenia over masks and masking play out over the years and believe – at least I think I do – that the country is completely bonkers and as divided as ever on this issue.
Those who wear masks wear their belief in their power literally on their faces – and those who don’t wear masks have said they would rather die, and have, than be bullied into wearing one.
Well – fine. I just don’t want to fight about it any more. I’m tired of the on-street badgering and in-store attempts to enlighten me to the government’s efforts to control my body and political preferences. During the Worst Times I didn’t know what frightened me more – the prospect of catching COVID19 or being punched silly in a WalMart by someone in an American Flag tee-shirt.
So I pick who I want to be seen with in public these days and I do continue to wear a mask. Hate me, I don’t care. I watch “healthy” friends who swear they can keep The ‘Rona at bay with exercise and organic food fall sick after traveling unmasked. And good luck getting a hospital bed these days.
Bound and determined to eat out while unmasked? Fine, call ahead and make sure your approach is in line with the restaurant’s policy – then go and put your best face forward or mask up like the Lone Ranger, there are options and like-mined people out there. Don’t drag a poor wait person into your personal preferences.
Let’s just stop fighting about it.
Ruth Parker/San Ramon