There’s this thing going around for the past year. A pandemic, as a matter of fact. You may have heard of it. It’s often referred to as covid-19 or just covid. We’ve sheltered in place. We’ve eaten out in the cold. We’ve developed a healthy love of delivery. Some of us double-mask. In the beginning I would wear my N95 mask all day to the point of being faint. I work in healthcare so I made sure to be protected. But even I got tired.
But I was skeptical of the vaccines. I was even frightened as I am one of those people who always carries an epi-pen. But I got vaccinated because I’m tired. Now here’s the deal. Not many people have yet been able to get vaccinated. It’s not a great process. I could deeply into such a topic but will refrain from doing so. I’m grateful to being able to get vaccinated. It makes going into the clinic slightly less frightening.
But here is the bit. Even while vaccinated we still have to wear masks, social distance and act skeptically. The other day a man stopped me from getting into the elevator with him, telling me “too bad”. Almost gleefully. I was outraged. I wanted to tell him that I was vaccinated. But does that even matter? How cruel to throw it in his face. He was a jerk. But how do we differentiate ourselves? Do we even need to?