holy shit, I hate wearing a fucking mask
I hate everything about it
I hate that I can’t see my breath in winter, my favorite season
I hate the dry skin (how on earth am I getting BOTH those things?!)
I hate the most chapped lips I’ve ever had in my life
I hate having to smile way more intensely than normal, just to make my eyes crinkle so people can tell I’m doing the Requisite Customer Service Smile(TM)
I hate seeing my reflection with half my face blanked out, since it feels so dehumanizing
I hate that it gives me flyaways no matter what I do with my hair, so I always look like shit and feel even more demoralized than usual every time I notice
I hate that, when I say I hate it, everyone acts like I’m an anti-masker- I’m not that selfish and/or idiotic -or tries to suggest ways to make myself like it more. I don’t want to like it. I don’t want it to feel normal. I want it to be over as soon as possible, at which point I will donate the mask that was made by a dear friend to a museum and burn the one I bought online. preferably while dancing around the flames drinking amoretto sours and wearing an LBCC Historicals lip rouge bought specially for the occasion
but most of all I hate the constant physical reminder of this slow, grinding, hellish nightmare life has become. I hate not knowing when it will end, or if that day will ever even come. I hate wondering what the point of going on is with no return to most of what makes life worth living in sight
I just. I really hate wearing a mask