A Stranger in the Strange Land of the Vaccinated
What is this World?
I had to spend some time on Monday with some local folks in an “official” government facility, in which mask protocols were somewhat optional.1 It was a decently sized room with about 45 people in it. I would guess that most of the people were somewhere between 25 and 55 years old. I didn’t know anyone. Being outgoing and very talkative, I usually make friends quickly and easily. This situation turned out to be different and quite disturbing for me. I wrote the piece below the next morning:
A Stranger in the Strange Land of the Vaccinated
With a cautious step and a wary eye, I entered the room filled with faceless heads who seem to not notice me or care in the least about my existence in the space we now existed in.
Eyes downward toward their machines with fingers darting and tapping on illuminated screens that periodically emitted electronic beeps to indicate an accomplishment.
My eyes attempt to connect with theirs. Some eyes in the heads flash a glance at me, then quickly turn back to their illuminated screens; fingers resuming the caressing of their machines.
One plump head takes a second look at my eyes. An uncovered face with a smile flashes first to her retinas and then to her brain. Hesitation turns to curiosity; her eyes slightly twinkling and then turning back to dead.
What is this world? Strange as it seems. Strange as it is. It’s not for me. It’s for them. For I am indeed a stranger, in the strange land of the vaccinated and the soon to be dead.
I was the only human in the room who decided that if there was an option and/or there was no one there to “enforce” a mask mandate, I would not be wearing one. I was reprimanded by a crusty old “in charge” woman when I left the confines of the room for wearing my mask around my left wrist. All of this brought back memories of my school years and my various infractions of the rules enacted by the “authorities” that I thought were stupid or unnecessary. Yup… 70 years old and I am still getting in trouble with the teachers!
I spend hours and hours in front of my computer trying to....understand...what is and will happen soon....and so to my jabbed family sees me in the same way those people looked to you- completely unavailable. And it's true. I am, to them, not available because they have already judged me to be some kinda crazy. I am not pleasant to be around. These links to 'folks like us' are my lifeline, my gauge on reality. So much more is making sense to me, why they needed to kill alot of folks; they just cant pay the 'bill' of our retirement come 2025 ish. Oh. OK. It's like they are doing a dine and dash, forgot their wallet. So they are killing everyone they can inside the restaurant, just to get out of paying the bill. Wow.
I can relate to the "dead eyes" of the muzzled faceless masses. These used to be people, individuals, and now they look all the same to me, faceless, nameless, non-descript.
I work in retail and, before the muzzle mandate, I worked day shifts. Being medically mask-exempt, I was "accommodated" into working night shift but, before that happened, something else happened... I came in as a customer, to purchase a dishwasher. I was not wearing a mask.
This other customer lady, nice enough, we chatted a bit before we were assisted by Nick, one of the associates.
After a while, she told Nick that, while her and I were talking, she thought there was something "different" about me, but she couldn't figure out what exactly, and it took her good 10 minutes before it dawned on her that I HAD A FACE, and a smile...
I'm really saddened about what happened to the humanity, all these stupid masks took away so much from the human interaction... Nobody recognizes anyone anymore, nobody even seems to care much about it. An army of walking zilches...