Masks and Living
So I had to go to the Post Office in Hayward today and took an Uber back(well, and to as well) because I live way up in the hills and there wasn't much in the way of buses before Covid 19, but now, some hope. As you may imagine, I've been quite isolated since March; I could count the number of times I've left the house since then on one hand, give or take a finger. So I always see something that shocks me anew when I go down there. I remarked how surprised I was to see so many people at outdoor restaurants, and not one wore a mask.
The driver said, "Well look at it from their point of view. They see you walking down the street in the open air and wearing your mask and they think wow, he's not really living."
And I said, "You know what's really living? Staying alive. I don't care if I have to wear a stupid little mask."
"Man, it's sad to see people that way."
"Well, if you ever want to see people again they should grow up and do it. For the sake of being careless in one stupid conversation at one stupid little meal, it's worth death? You think that's 'really living?' THAT'S sad."
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