I Am Not Doing Well with ‘COVID-19’—or Whatever This is All About

I do not want to wear a mask. I believe they do more harm than good. And why is there  no coverage—anywhere—in the media on building up one’s immune system (garlic, lemons, for starters), and today in Safeway, when a woman said to me “No mask?”  and I said (sarcastically, I admit), “Yep,” she told me to eff off. Under her breath. I wanted to pop her one.

The mask thing is over and above anything people walking on the street or into stores need to do. I’m sorry. Keeping some distance between you and strangers (which we do anyway) is sufficient in protecting you from becoming infected from someone who is infected with anything. Normal, reasonable distance we maintain with people—who we don’t know—works perfectly well.  Now that every checkout has sneeze guards, we are further protected.

Alternatively, wearing cloth over one’s mouth makes that person inhale their (supposed to be) expelled Co2 compromising their immune system, and further it creates a moist environment around one’s mouth, basically a welcome mat, neon Las Vegas flashing sign that basically that says to germs and bacteria: “Come on in and bring your germy friends and hang for a while!”

How is it that the medical profession is not acknowledging this? And further, no one wears their mask correctly! Cloth masks are just for show, really. Droplets that can infect are so tiny they’d fly right through the weave. Wearing a mask is like putting up a chain link fence to keep out the mosquitoes. Today a doctor told me: “The masks are to protect others from you infecting them.” If I sneeze, cough, or spit while I talk, my mask catches those droplets before the fly away.

Why not just use a tissue when you cough or sneeze? And don’t stand too close to someone when you talk. Problem solved. Masks be gone!

Meanwhile, my friends are inviting me to get-togethers “masks” or “social distancing” (a term I effing  loathe) “required” and BYO drinks and personal snack. Eff me!  I am with the Safeway lady on this one: Eff off. I come with no mask and I share my snacks and wine. I will sneeze or cough into my bent elbow or a tissue. Take me or leave me, or, okay then. I’ll stay home.

The vaccine thing, gives me night tremors. No—Safeway lady, again—effing way! We don’t do flu shots at our house and since we stopped, we never get the flu! Go mediate on that one …

How do I clear my mind? How do I handle this? I need to go on a walk and get bitten by mosquitoes, even that sounds better than this.

—SBM