It was just another pandemic morning (oh-way-oh). I woke up, but I remained in my bed, trying to wrap my head around what day it was. Unlike most mornings, that morning I found myself feeling completely unmotivated to get out of bed. As I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, I did what many people do out of habit every morning. I grabbed my phone, and I opened Facebook.
It’s a perilous decision to look at Facebook first thing in the morning even during the most normal of circumstances, but during these garbage times we live in, it’s a downright foolhardy adventure. I try to go most mornings without that sense of “over it” I feel towards humanity these days reaching my body till at least noon. But, there, in the hour of 9:00 AM, I reached the “over it” stage. It’s the same thing too. Some person who otherwise looks like they understand basic concepts, but everyday likes to show you that they don’t understand how toast works.
Maybe it’s someone you went to high school with. Someone you have never talked to since then and who hasn’t talked to you since, but needs to be your friend on Facebook. Let’s get real. The ones following me on my Facebook are there just because they wish they were as hip as me (Arrogant? Maybe, but times are hard and I’m feeling good about myself right now so I’ll allow it). It could be a family member, someone who told you when we (‘sup mid-30s somethings) were kids and the internet first came along that “Whatever you do, don’t talk to anyone and don’t trust what you see on the internet.”
Yet here they are, sharing every story from the “100% real, true, accurate” website “Uncle Bob’s News Wagon,” which looks like it was built on the remains of a desiccated geocities website from 1997. When someone you went to high school with shares, it’s sometimes not surprising. You can think back to them during the four years you passed through the same halls and can kinda see how that checks out. When a family member you love and care about shares it. It’s hurtful, sad, and disappointing.
When someone who you have fond memories of celebrating with at family gatherings
shares things that indicate that deep down they can’t be bothered to care about other people, you can’t help but think “What happened to you?” Look. I’m not excepting or anticipating anyone to be perfect—and I’m a bloody perfectionist— humans are inherently flawed and imperfect. I guess I just can’t get over how so many people seem so happy to not care about protecting others.
“But I can’t wear a mask, it’s not comfortable” No. It’s not the coziest thing in the world to wear. But, I wear one. When I’m out and about I wear it. I don’t in the car driving between places, but when I’m outside of my car it’s on. It’s not that bad really. Gives you whole newfound respect for Spider-Man and doctors who wear one to help us when they’re trying to keep us around. I’ve never heard of a surgeon dying from lack of oxygen mid-operation, have you? Maybe on Uncle Bob’s News Wagon.
Maybe the following is a controversial statement, but I’m going to make it. I care about other people, and if I can do something to prevent them from needlessly dying, by jimmy, I’m gonna do it! But should you be someone who I’m friends with on Facebook who feels that masks are pointless and there’s no reason to try to take precautions, don’t be surprised when you find yourself unfriended. If you can’t be bothered to care about others, why should I be bothered to care about you? See you next week. Mask up, people. It’s what Batman would want.