A World without Masks

A little while ago, someone asked me, “what do you want?”

I think he was possibly asking in terms of a relationship, but I just couldn’t allow myself to be vulnerable. So I took it to mean a broader context of life in the world.

And though there are many things I want and dream of for my life, they are threatened by this authoritarian dystopia we are quickly turning into. They are all only going to happen in a free world.

So, ultimately, what I want and need is a free world.

And part of that means never seeing another Covid mask again. The mask has become the symbol of humanity’s mental slavery and decline into tyranny, even taking precedence above legitimate human needs like food and shelter, not to mention basic human kindness and respect. Not only have I been denied food purchases at a grocery store due to not wearing a mask, but I have even been denied housing — as I am told, following local ordinances is part of the lease agreement.

So in some situations, my very survival, including eating and having a roof over my head, hinges on participation in this charade.

To be fair, that is exactly what I’ve been doing for most of my life — pretending to be someone I’m not in order to survive. The physical mask just makes it visible. And being literally in my face like this, it’s what has made me realize this cannot continue.

This is the real problem that has been plaguing humanity: hiding who we really are. It’s not only me. Yes, I want to be free to be who I am. But I also want to be with other free people too, and not what I’ve been encountering my whole life — people who have been hiding too:

  • Girls and women who are nice to my face but gossip and sabotage behind my back
  • Guys who take up my time and energy while not actually being single/available
  • Salespeople using fake excitement and NLP scripts to extract money out of me
  • People selling their junk cars for thousands of dollars, hiding and passing on the problems to someone else who now has to deal with it (and pay for the privilege), while seller is protected by “as-is” laws that let them keep the money
  • Tour guides who collect thousands of dollars for a future trip and then cancel one week prior, also keeping the money
  • “Food” that looks, smells and taste like food, but is actually a toxic concoction of lab-created chemicals or based on animal exploitation and cruelty, even with the word “happy” in the marketing (eg Happy Farms)
  • And so on.

These situations are extremely common, and you can probably think of more examples in your own life. The unfortunate truth is, people were wearing masks every day, long before the “pandemic” started. We all do, to an extent. But very few are doing it because we need to survive. Most are doing it simply because it’s what everyone else is doing. It’s just the way things are done here.

Enough. There’s no life, liberty, or happiness in any of it.

It really is time to stop hiding from each other, to stop putting these barriers between us, and to stop isolating ourselves, and start realizing how much we really do have in common: our humanity.

That’s why I’m doing this, you see. Because I have to do something, and I don’t know what that is anymore.

I’ve had many jobs over the years, and I have applied to many more in the past year, and no one is hiring me. Or rather, they’re not hiring who I’m trying to be.

It worked for a little while, though it never felt entirely worth it. But obviously it isn’t working anymore. The mask culture is making it readily apparent that I don’t fit in, and I can’t hide that anymore — at least not without compromising my personal integrity and values.

So I’m trying a new tack — putting myself out there. Being free in the way that I can: my self-expression. Being vulnerable. Taking a risk. Having faith that I will be okay, that it will all work out, possibly even better than okay. Or at least, trying — it’s not easy to come out of long-term survival mode.

And maybe a free world will come of it. A world I actually want to live in.

That will be worth it.

That’s what’s worth working for.

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