People around me keep getting Covid. Business has been bad enough that I have not had to deal with crowds of people, so I haven't been overrun by hordes of mouth breathers, but I can't avoid all contact.
Recent sufferers all report rapid onset of symptoms from a very mild feeling of fatigue similar to what some of us feel much of the time anyway.
Since basically no one masks anymore, you have to decide whether to look like a freak. Meanwhile, we get even less information about the current symptoms and severity of the disease than we did at its height, when we got a fair amount more, but nowhere near enough. The response was forced to be 80 percent political and 20 percent scientific, so we did not have comprehensive data gathering and analysis to help us get the best understanding we could.
When everything shut down in March, 2020, we thought that our little bike shop was going to cease operation immediately, and maybe never return. Ours is a genuine small business, Forget fewer than 500 employees. We have fewer than five. But then we were declared essential, and a whole bunch of people suddenly wanted bikes that weren't there. So, then they wanted their old bikes refurbished. We were very busy, although we could hardly get basic repair parts, and certainly saw almost no new bikes. We relied on decades of experience and ingenuity to meet the demand.
The management took the pandemic seriously. We masked, put in air filters, put up barriers, and reconfigured service counters to control air flow and reduce contact with people. We imposed our protocols on customers, and lost a few as a result. I do not know how they fared against the disease itself, because we haven't seen them again. At least not so far. Sometimes people drift back in after years of nursing a grudge or just not needing our services.
Outside our windows we could see two establishments that did nothing to reduce risks. One was a church that ended up generating a cluster of infections. The other was a little sandwich shop. I was struck by the party atmosphere among the mingling, hugging, unmasked gatherings that I saw. On social media, this joyful defiance was even stronger. The advocates for normalcy at all costs seemed eager for the deaths that would come, some with a suicidal enthusiasm. The firm foundation of all of this was a bedrock of self-centeredness. The advocates of contagion held that the risk was fine because they themselves were fine with it. Anyone who wanted or needed to deal with them was forced to go out on that limb with them.
Now we're all out on the limb. The few who mask protect themselves and others, but masks are generally more protective of others, by filtering the breath of the wearer. In a sea of the maskless, the lonely mask is a leaky life raft.
We have incomplete information because most home tests go unreported. Even at the height of scrutiny we had incomplete information, and its distribution was hampered by political pressure. I get a general sense that most infections are much less severe, especially among vaccinated or previously infected people, but we still don't know about hidden or long-term effects of this new disease. It's also become a game of sorts, trying to deny the virus the victory of inflicting illness. By extension, the opponent is also anyone who has courted the disease and acted as its agent.
The problem is that the mask is not a secret weapon. You're putting it right out there, as plain as the filter on your face. In a public-contact business, that first impression influences everything that follows, as surely as ripping a loud fart, or choosing to wear politically provocative apparel. The mask is politically provocative apparel. Because it was made into a divisive issue from the beginning, it has had a stigma that only the mandates could overcome. Anyone who felt the need could say that they were wearing the mask because they were forced to. The rest of us could wear it without comment. It was the default, and naked faces were the outliers.
Masking helps reduce all infectious disease, but it's inconvenient and weird. It's isolating because it is an admission of concern and of possible contagion. It's more isolating when only one person in 30 or 50 is doing it. More people like to blend in than stand out. It's more comfortable to think that you can choose when and how to attract attention. This is a further burden on the decision whether to mask.
Once you get sick, you're sick. You can't dial it back. You're going to take that ride. It's automated. You don't know how long the track is or exactly how it is shaped. Either get out of the queue or prepare to get launched. You don't even know for certain if the restraints will keep you in your seat. Sure, life is full of uncertainties. You have to decide whether you'd like to add a few more and share them with a captive audience.
