Not of a vaccine, gentle reader–I am not rushing out to get it, and the more it becomes a legal or “moral” thing, the more I will #Resist. I mean, I don’t run out and get a flu shot every year, either. It’s just that I’m a little leery of pharmaceuticals.
But on Sunday, one of my boys’ retired teachers asked my beautiful wife and I if we’d been vaccinated. She has–her mother has been in seclusion since this thing began, and they’re hopeful that once they’re two or three weeks out from vaccination, my wife can come over and go into her mother’s house and they can sit on opposite sides of the room with masks on. And maybe gloves.
But me, I’m making plans for car trips to places in the Midwest and Florida and ordering my life around what I can do when I don’t have the proper papers on my person at all times. Which, to be honest, won’t be too much different from my life now.
But when I shrugged because I had not gotten the jab, the conductor of the church bell choir said, “Shame on you.”
Indeed. Shame on me for not aligning my morality with what government, politicians, and right-thinking society demands at any given moment.
I suppose there could be more of this to come, but you can’t make me pariaher, and certainly you cannot shame me into doing something based merely on your opinion of me.
