Can I just...lament...how hard it can be to be the "most cautious" one? And there's no secret agenda on my part. I want to protect myself and my family. I do not want to harm anyone. But I am a villain for *checks notes* not attending command performances of the family, in stifling unfiltered air, with people who in every way do not take any precautions, and will not mask to see me.
Yes, my evil plan of staving off disability/death and trying live is coming together. I love to be accused of *inflicting loneliness* on selfish people. How will I cope with this tremendous moral injury.
If I'm wrong, we missed a few parties. If I'm right....I've saved and extended our lives. No BBQ is worth my health and the health of my family. If you're so desperate to see us, you figure out what needs to happen. Also, don't blame me for being "difficult" when I won't go indoors with you, but we can't be outdoors due to...*gestures* general apocalypse weather.
Stop trying to crawl back up the nostril of 2019. It's gone. Don't be a coward, figure out what to do now.
