Monday, May 17, 2021

Who Was That Masked Man?

I trust the CDC implicitly with their guidance, but I still wear a mask in public even if they say I don’t have to.  I’ve been fully vaccinated and I’m feeling fine.  That’s not the point.  Neither is it a political statement any more than wearing a seat belt or driving sober tags me as a libtard Biden-bot.

The virus is still out there, and even though I believe my chances of being infected are less than some others, I work at a school where the rules still apply and I comply out of a sense of setting an example for the students for whom I work.  I also have friends and co-workers who are susceptible to infection due to either health issues — a compromised immune system, for example — or who have family members they are living with who have had Covid-19.  It’s my way of letting them know I care about both my health and theirs.

I’m reminded in a way of the various lapel pins people wear in support of some cause: AIDS, breast cancer, or any number of other things that we are to be mindful of.  Wearing a simple face mask is not only symbolic, it actually does something.  I also look forward to the day when I don’t have to wear it, but until then, it stays put.

It can also remind me of what how life has changed in little ways.  The other day leaving work I was in the parking lot on the way to my car.  I took off my mask, and a co-worker saw me.  She said, “When did you grow a beard?”  I replied, “A year ago.”  She nodded and said, “Looks good.”


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