The utter absurdity of the pandemic measures, considering both their questionable need and counterproductive results, and your decision to completely ignore the various behavioural demands so long as it wouldn’t immediately compromise your loved ones (which it luckily almost never did), has opened your heart to the joys of rebelliousness. Life is so much better when you actively resist collective degeneracy. It’s the thrill you have all your comfortable life been waiting for. You’re also old enough to know this may be your last chance at notoriety.
So, you stop complying with whatever is asked from you by formal authority. You do no longer consider legitimate the demands of an elitist organisation that has actively endangered citizens’ lives to the point where many more vulnerable people have been dying than usual. This goes for not so vulnerable people as well. We are living under siege, and you don’t like that. At your age, you cannot accept such self-defeating nonsense. Too old to comply, sorry. As soon as rules and regulations cease to organise your life, an immediate awareness of God and Nature sets in. There’s no way the human interpretation can be correct, you understand. Life is way too mesmerising for all those silly ideas to flourish. Why destroy something only to know it could have been amazing? Which doesn’t leave aside that some of those insufficient visions make for pleasant knowing. You love science as long as it doesn’t tell you anything.
Soon enough you will realise there is no way back from your new position. Seeking freedom from tyranny by ignoring its call to arms is a dead-end street. You have always known this. One day it’s going to be head to head. Will you beat the system then? This is about more than taking a stance disturbingly few people have taken so far, this is about choosing bodily autonomy over life expectancy, and how it will likely end. Or should you say might, to keep hope alive. After all, you are integrant of a loving family of three (four) and you are lucky enough to share with your wife these insights and equally contribute to a growing understanding of how the game is being played. These must be fun times for those who merely observe. You try to be on the observer side for a spate of hours every day, if only to stay sane.
Meanwhile, you have been starting to attract attention from middle-aged women in your neighbourhood who might be desiring to talk to you. There’s this bar at the end of the street where you go and meet your friend and it has all these smart and exciting women showing up on weekend nights, that’s how they find you. They seem to like you for your natural cool, your purity if you will, as well as your candour and pride. And you, you like them for being the civilized sex. You assume from observation that your vaxed brethren aren’t showing quite the levels of enthusiasm for women as they used to, and that many may have been left in need. That’s a real shame, but it elevates you in the ranking of desirable men, and it has been doing so ever since this vaccination craze began. There clearly is cause for correlation here.
Of course, you would never be able to give in to their wishes. We are going through dangerous times here. All those gorgeous women hanging out in places you frequent and who show an unsettling interest in you, are danger good. They may have been jabbed multiple times, and then what would be happening to you? A condom can only prevent so much when it comes to keeping our juices in check. Besides, you’ve got a family you don’t want to upset. All you are prepared to do is drive those poor women crazy with your distinctive looks and your smart-liners. But hey, can’t do it, you know? Must protect myself from the madness. I’m just not ready to give myself up, you know? Call it weakness, fine, I will accept that verdict.
Women are suddenly possessive with you. They like you and they want their sisters to know. So, they signal their feelings, to your embarrassment. Back in the days that you were elated to have one girl somewhere half-interested in you, such concerns were unheard of. Now, it is getting dangerous. You may have somewhat overplayed your hand here. You have given control over part of your narrative to the one woman you really like and would love to have true friendship with. There were other candidates, for sure, some perhaps cast aside too rigorously when independence came into question. Yet others, you felt, were not up to the level of vitriol you were inevitably going to spill on them. You didn’t want to needlessly hassle them with the real you. Then there was this ongoing fear of contagion, that whatever those gmojunkies were carrying round might shed on you in uncertain quantities. All the heroism and righteousness for nothing. You couldn’t have that, better said, you hadn’t yet met the woman you would give up your life for. So, you shied away from giving any groping excuses, while simultaneously driving up interest in you to the max. ‘Cause you’re an asshole, you see, and proud to be one. You want them to suffer for you, because you believe they will thank you for the experience.
It must be said that popular enthusiasm for the needle and the damage done has somewhat waned, thankfully, and some ex-takers seem to be showing signs of rehumanising, a beautiful sight to behold. In general, life has stabilised around a bearable level of fake normalcy to make it through the scorching autumn and face a frosty winter. Darker times are said to be around the corner. We cannot see them until they are upon us. We wouldn’t want to, either.
Now these women want to talk to you, the ones you haven’t scared away, heavy talking, about dick and other problems. All of a sudden, you have become their counsellor. Once they accepted you were not going to fuck them, they invented this new role for you because they like your face to be around for a while longer. So, you gave them your bullshit, which is one step up from vitriol, scent-wise. They don’t care that you are a lying thief, the handful of women who entrust their emotions with you. They just want you to sooth them with your marvellous lies in insufficient Spanish, your beautiful nonsense, as if you were some cheap Baghwan impersonator. And you oblige, you have always obliged women’s wishes, since theirs seemed more urgent than your own. When women wanted you to fuck them, you did so, when they wanted you to fuck off, you equally followed up. Now, you lift their spirits. They buy you a drink for that.
These are just harsh times to be a man, is all, nothing to get worked up about. Remember, women have had to put up with complete morons for most of modernity. There are sufficient accounts of how bad it was then. So, give me a break.
