I was going to write a post on thriving in the Woke World but I went back and saw that I’ve written that post at least once before. Instead I decided to look and see what was going on around me.
I woke up this morning and felt like I always do on the day after Thanksgiving. I felt like I ate way too much rich food. So, I had a cup of coffee and a bagel and looked over the news. I saw all the stuff I saw yesterday. Election legal challenges and noise about Biden’s picks for a cabinet, COVID studies and vaccine speculation, big tech censoring and conservatives complaining. All the same old stuff we’ve been seeing forever. Nothing I felt like talking about there.
Later on, as I felt a little less like a stuffed museum exhibit, I asked Camera Girl if she wanted to go for a walk in the local state park. It’s about a mile or two down the road and has a paved road that penetrates into the forest to allow fisherman to access the lakes inside the park. There are streams and forested hills and scenic stuff as far as the eye can see. There is also a half dozen picnic grounds and parking areas. We like going there because even when there is ice on the wooded paths the blacktop thaws quickly and gives us a good walking path until winter is completely in control of the weather.
So anyway, she agreed and we parked and started walking. With my usual confidence I announced to her that it was so quiet because nobody was up and around after Thanksgiving. Two minutes later we passed the first parking lot and there were at least fifteen cars and I could see someone cooking on a charcoal grill. Ah, my psychic powers.
As we walked along, we could see that the place was pretty crowded. Eventually we started passing people walking in the other direction. Couples, people walking with dogs, families with kids, families with three generations, you name it. And as we got within talking distance we’d smile, wave, say hi. After about a dozen such interactions we looked at each other and read each other’s minds. What struck both of us was that people without masks were friendly and greeted us with a smile and the people wearing masks were surly and unfriendly. For clarification neither of us were wearing masks but we never got within the COVID magic six-foot circle of death of the other walkers.
And when we looked at the people who were barbecuing none of them were wearing masks and they seemed to be having a good time. After that I made sure that whenever I passed the masked marauders, I was especially cheerful and demonstrative. I’m sure it annoyed them terribly.
By the time we got back to our car I felt a whole lot better about the day. There are plenty of people around who are just tolerating this COVID nonsense without drinking the Kool-Aid. And they are attempting to enjoy their lives despite it. And the true-believers looked pretty damn miserable from where I was standing. Maybe this whole COVID cult is its own punishment. But maybe it’s just an act and they are really just signaling their virtue in case someone from the security apparatus is filming them for the quarterly report. Either way I can see that it will be pretty easy in this Brave New World to find the good people. They’ll be the ones who look like they’re actually happy to be alive. By this you will know them.