The re-opening of America has begun. Fifty states….fifty governors…..fifty different ideas. Some states will not be open until the end of June. Some people wear masks. Some people don’t. We are not United….we have become the Divided States of America.
I’m gonna be fifty-six in a few weeks. My habits and opinions have been formed and they are not gonna change. I am in a high risk group and I don’t want to wear a mask. I don’t like one way aisles in the grocery store. I am anti-social by nature but I will never get used to social distancing. I’m in my basement and I don’t really want to be a part of the world that awaits me outside of my home.
Sports have been cancelled. The NFL season is in jeopardy. There are rumors that the games will be played in empty stadiums. I don’t want that. I want the way it used to be. I want it to be familiar to me. I don’t want to adapt to the “new rules” and I won’t. Some people will have a problem with what I say but a funny thing happened while I was getting older—suddenly we all don’t give a shit. It’s refreshing. All of a sudden you don’t have to keep track of all the lies you told to protect someone’s feelings.
I think this restart is gonna be a disaster. No one is even close to being on the same page and everyone changes what they believe or what they want enforced on a daily basis. I’m not sure what the future will bring so I am going back to what I know. I am going back to what got me through fifty-five years on this earth. I’m going back to the way I lived life in 2019. Be safe friends.