I still mask. It’s starting to make some people I encounter in public angry as we enter into the Year of Our Lord 2025. Some dude started bitching at me in the store a few weeks ago, and I decided to try hissing at him like Nadja the vampire on What We Do In The Shadows, and he shut right up.
Wearing a mask is a sign that you’re sick and are willing to take measures to prevent others from catching what you have. What a sorry state of affairs we’re in where you’re judged for doing something so considerate. I’m sorry you have to put up with their shit.
I’m still burning through my massive pile of masks and I have noticeably been sick less. Maybe it was not a bad idea?
No it was not a bad idea my good sir.
We actually managed to drive one of the strains of the flu virus to become extinct in the wild.
That nose crushing mask must be painful!
It has been depressing to realize that if the zombie apocalypse ever comes, a significant portion of the population will either ignore it or actively try to become infected just because they don’t like being told what to do.
As scary as the lockdown was, it was an interesting year of protests for BLM and labor movements. Once everyone had a lot of time on their hands, they started to take action on import topics.
Now I feel like most people are back to the grind, and as a whole we don’t have the time to quickly make changes we want to see
I fucking loved the lockdown. Masks? No more faking facial expressions. Social Distancing? I didn’t have to pretend to care about people or make small talk. “Working” from home? So simple and I got to spend a year home with my new baby.
It was glorious and I miss it.
