Masked Rebellion

I wear the stupid mask. I wear it bc I follow the freaking rules and because old people are terrified. Underneath I am seething with resentment. Here are my ways I rebel:

1) I tell Karens on their Facebook Posts about how I’m selfish if I don’t wear the mask that: you can order me to wear it, but you cannot order me to believe that it works. That sends them into a tirade and a panic, and I love it.

2) I run and walk for exercise (depending on the weather and my training goals). I refuse to wear a mask while so engaging. I see this one SJW lady who is on a similar route. I smile and wave at her even tho she looks like a fricking idiot in her Run Hard Live Easy T shirt, walking, overweight, in 95 degree weather with humidity with a moron mask on. She has never once waved back. Bitch sees me on the daily.

Because of her- I absolutely give the stink eye to morons wearing a mask while walking outdoors. They look like idiots, and they seriously could pass out from heat exhaustion. In the event that they do, I will not call an ambulance. I will keep moving as I try to hide the smug satisfaction on my unmasked face.

3) when going into a place of business, I wait until
I’m at the door before I put on the Moron Mask. I wear this dumb shite so businesses can open. I’m not making them close when my nemesis, the fat Karen in the Varsity Sports T-shirt, calls the cops on them, so I can prove a point. It just makes me feel better about myself if I’m not wearing it in the parking lot.

I did have a doctor’s appointment yesterday. The sign on the door said - don’t come in if you are sick. What the frick? Per my usual practice, I rolled my eyes and put on my dumb mask.

I’m out of other ideas. My best friend had it. I should have gone to her house for a chicken pox party and gotten this over with. I’m so sick of this stupid shite.