I went to get some pizza today and pick up my Mom's medication from the pharmacy. I've been cooperative with these rules on wearing masks but today I just forgot it. I was nearly at the pharmacy when I remembered and figured it would be okay to just go in without the mask this once. Well, I was right. The pharmacist behind the counter's mask didn't even squirm or squiggle. She didn't miss a beat and greeted me with a warm welcome: "Last name?" Well, some things never change, I guess.
But I was also wrong. At the pizza joint, I barely got out a "Hi" before the worker gave me a flat "Can't help you without a mask." I explained that I usually wear one but I just forgot. He just repeated it with the exact tone of voice and, quite literally, turned his back on me. I couldn't even tell if he enjoyed saying that or not because... well.. he was wearing a mask.
I'll be honest. I hate wearing these masks. Hate it. It really depresses me. I like people's faces. I like people to see my face. I know the guy was just doing his job, but still. It hit me harder than it probably should've. I went back home to get my mask and, with a little bit of spite, went to a different pizza joint to get the pizza.
This is life now, I guess. Everything that is wrong with the internet, we translated it to daily life. Together, yet distant. Intimate, yet anonymous. We stand apart, six degrees of separation to every interaction and no sign of this letting up. Only a little tease of reopening, just to be yanked away in less than a week's time.
I remember there were times before this when the smallest thing like a stranger's smile could brighten my day. And that's in short supply right now. I just have to make due with the exaggerated nodding I've seen some people do (including myself), a crafty substitution to the once subconscious process of emoting.
I started a new job Wednesday. Met my boss and coworkers. Don't even know what they look like. Nobody took their mask off for a second. Man. I was already going crazy before all this shit happened. This has been a real test of my fortitude. I thought I had had more than I could handle, guess I was wrong. I'll just have to keep marching on and keep in mind the old adage: "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
And hey, I've got my family. At a time like this, in all their dysfunctional glory, family is priceless. I've never been more grateful to have stupid arguments over nothing in my life. It's not all doom and gloom out here. There's still much to be glad about. Hey, I landed a job in all this so that's something, too.
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