Don’t ask me how, but over the past year I went from absolutely hating wearing a mask to completely forgetting I have one on.
At this point I’m comfortable continuing to wear one, at least in crowded and public spaces, as long as public health considers it a good idea.
I have more faith in the mask I wear than the average stranger I cross paths with.
And it’s nice to have one less thing to worry about.
To me, that’s real freedom. Moving about without an underlying fear of contamination.
I never understood the people who objected to wearing a mask on the grounds that it was infringing on their rights.
Would that be the right to infect? Or be infected? Or to display an astounding level of ignorance like a badge of honour?
I wish more people exercised their right to remain silent.
My Take: By Matthew McCully
