I wanted my very first blog entry to be exciting and engaging. However, it is 1:17 AM, and I find myself having little to say, yet I still feel the need to introduce myself to the world. I claim no expertise in any material presented here, and it is my hope that some of my posts will compel you to respond to me, and tell me how brilliant, stupid, or narrow-minded I am. Pehaps I'm setting my sights too high, and should simply aim for posting something more than once a month. We'll start from there, and see what happens.
I like to think of myself as a caring person, and attempt to behave compassionately towards others. Sometimes I fall short in that effort, but failing is what humans do, and successful humans learn from failure. I'd like to discuss what I believe is one of my more recent failures, and what I've come to learn about what's behind it. When the masking guidance and mandates first dropped, it short-circuited me. I reacted in disbelief, anger, and refusal to enter places that required masks. Masking was a simple act that was both scientifically and morally justified. I wondered if I really was a decent person, or if this reflexive pushback was just uncovering undiagnosed sociopathic tendencies. I started to wonder if my outward behaviors of positivity and kindness were just facades that I'd constructed around a dark psyche. Given the rhetoric surrounding mask-wearing, which can — as far as I understand — be reduced to “you're a monster if you don't do this,” it was ha