Mask rant

Just wear a damn mask if you can and most of you can.

A cloth mask offers some minimal protection to the wearer, but importantly it’ll inhibit the wearers chances of spreading the virus. If everyone who can wear one, wears one, we can slow the spread. It’s that simple. What the fuck is the matter with people?

Wearing a mask interferes with their rights. Their right to spread infection? Ignorant twats.

I loathe them, while also hating masks.

My problems with masks are many fold.

Some are actual problems, some are perceptions, some are psychosomatic I think.

1. I can’t hear well when I wear a mask. I know, ridiculous. Is this just me? Yes? Oh dear. I let myself down terribly in Subway. You might think I let myself down terribly just by going to Subway for my lunch, but the options around my new studio are limited. Near the heart of The City, it is surrounded by restaurants and cafes, but none of the independents are currently open. Anyhow, I couldn’t hear what the server was saying, I had him repeat everything several times. I then further, mad bagged, myself when I laughed as I ordered a six inch, spicy, Italian. Honestly though, who wouldn’t? Lost my chance of making a good first impression there then.

2. I’m getting spots on my upper lip. Not so many that they look like a shaving rash, thank goodness, but two nasty acne looking spots. I blame the mask as these have arrived post mask wearing. On the up side, no one can see these blemishes because I’m wearing a mask. I’ll have to adjust my face cleaning routine. Is this just happening to me?

3. I can’t breathe! Obviously I can breathe or I’d be unconscious or indeed dead, but that’s what it feels like. I’ve not used my asthma medication to alleviate this, although I have it on hand. the panic is brought on by a misconception that I can’t breathe rather than it being actually so. It is a bit stressy, I have to give myself talkings to.

4. Masks really mess with my earring choices. Ears are awfully busy these days, supporting glasses, keeping hair out of the way, keeping your damned mask in place AND trying to make a style statement, I’ve given up on that score.

5. Wearing a mask makes me feel superior. Not attractive, but there it is. I look on those people not wearing masks like they are plague rats, no, not even the rat, the flea that hopped from rat to man. Instead of soaking up the view from the bus window, I find I’m spending my travelling time working out which of the travellers not wearing masks are exempt, and which are just c*nts.

I could go on….