Things that I find acceptable, appear to be appalling to the “gen pop” (as the cool people say). For example, I comment on things in real time. If someone is an idiot near me, I generally treat them as so. Call me rude, but I call it real. I suggest giving it a shot if you don’t mind people hating you. It’s like getting mad at the ref for calling a penalty on a clear offender. You’re either on the side of logic, or the side of being nice and fair. I don’t have time for the 2nd option.
I’ll now explain why Covid turned my foresight (which I’ll get too) from ridicule to praise.
I spent years opening public doors with my hand under my shirt as a protective barrier, or using my knuckles to lever the pull handles instead of my fingers (the same fingers I use to eat food). People have looked at me horrified for years as I approach a building looking like I’m concealing a weapon. When in fact, I’m just protecting myself from the invisible truth:
I won’t speak for you, but I will speak for myself: I’ve seen people suck on their fingers, put their hands down their pants and scratch their assholes, and we all know people are masturbating. These hand abusing people also use the same hand on the door I’m about to use… why would I ever touch that. That’s literally no different than rubbing the feces and cum of every person in your county. Nobody washes their hands, it’s a fact.
As you fine readers see this, you may think that’s not a bad idea to avoid touching door handles by any means… I’m aware. But it was always the opposite for me.. I got made fun of like the freak shows who were allergic to peanuts in elementary school. The non-door-touching table is a table that I’ve always sat at alone, while others pointed and laughed, or screamed in fear of their life.
These tides have just turned, I spent ages getting made fun of for being overtly cautious about germs.
Due to a Covid-19… I see people struggle to avoid the door handles while opening, and I laugh as I slide right through the entryway they’ve created for me
It only took 980,000 innocent deaths in order for the world to catch up to me. Not a great trade, but it’s always nice to come out on top.
It’s a glorious year for me… as the air is filled with the smell of fear and confusion, my brain is filled with pride and confirmation. I sit at home and smirk as I think about the handle touchers who taunted me, and them falling into the door induced virus.