I ran into an old friend on the street today. He’s about my age, 70s, more my husband’s friend than mine. I was masked, he was not, so I recognized him before he recognized me.
I commented that it was easier to recognize people by their eyes than I had expected. He commented that I was wearing a mask.
Well, I said, I’m wearing a mask on the street where there are lots of people. He said, we’re outside, you don’t need a mask.
I said, how does it hurt you if I’m wearing a mask? I’m not judging you for not wearing one. (I felt he was judging me for wearing one.)
He said, there’s a little space around your nose where the mask doesn’t fit tightly. I pressed the mask closer to my nose.
I feel safer with the mask. He feels safe without it. We agreed to disagree.
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