I was set to blog on all kinds of interesting stuff when my friends finally agreed to get together in-person for a game night on Friday! At last, after six months!
I got there, wore my mask until I was inside so the cops & Karens wouldn’t trigger, then we started tossing our masks aside and getting on with a grand old time. Then the host came by and politely asked us to put our masks back on. I froze in disbelief… while my friends all quickly masked back up.
The rest of the night, my friends didn’t feel like my friends. They were the same guys talking the same guy talk but there was no emotional connection, like I was talking to them over Discord again.
Something inside me broke when even my friends treated me like a disease. I’ve spent the weekend in a fog trying to figure out what it was and still don’t have words. Without realizing it, I had been holding out hope that being with them meant people would accept me again. Treat me like a human being again.
Change is in the air and I don’t mean the election.