Yesterday, I went to Wallyworld. Walked right in without a mask. The old gal who was greeting told me it was nice to see someone smiling. I couldn't see most of her face, but her eyes looked sad. Again, about a third of the people in there were maskless. And she had to wear hers or lose her job. No wonder her eyes looked sad.
Also yesterday, I heard about an MIT study that said masks are ineffective inside (and I'm guessing they would've said outside, too, but that wasn't the point of the study). I haven't read the study, but I'm also guessing they referenced the paper/cloth masks we're all using and not the heavy duty N-95 suckers.
I'm at the point in my life where if I get it, I get it. And if I die from it, you can all point and say 'if only she'd listened'. I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees. Actually, I'd rather live on my feet than die on my knees. Living is always preferable to dying and being on your feet is always preferable to kneeling.
Speaking of masks, has anyone else gotten to the point where their brain is just filling in people's faces behind the masks? I was sitting here trying to remember who was wearing a mask and who wasn't, and the interactions I had seemed like no one was wearing a mask, but when I thought about it hard, I realized all the employees had to be wearing masks, so I was filling in faces in my head. It'll be surprising if I ever run into them without their masks and I was right about how they actually looked.
Toward the end of my dad's life, he contracted Hep-C and he was genuinely worried he'd give it to Mom. I don't remember if he wanted her to mask up, but I'm pretty sure he wanted her gloved up any time she had to touch him. I can't imagine. Poor Dad. And poor Mom. Being afraid to touch your own wife and to have her touch you. It gives me a sad.
The thought of being so afraid of the 'rona that you live your life under a mask staying six feet away from other humans and sanitizing everything around you gives me a sad, too. And talking to Mom, who's trapped in Halfwit Land* (aka Michigan) makes me sad. Unfortunately, I think talking to me down here in Freedom Acres makes her afraid for my life. I wish I could wrap her up and bring her here, so she could see that things are nearly as bad as she's being led to believe.
Anyway, I'm going maskless unless and until someone stops me and makes me wear one. (Which is pretty much how I've been all along. Walmart was about the only place I still wore one until recently.)
And yes, I am totally on board with people having the right to wear a mask if they want to. I'm just against people being made to live in so much fear they feel they have to... or they feel they need to make me wear one.
* Halfwit = the current governor of Michigan