Really Annoying People

I wouldn’t have to manage my anger if people would manage their stupidity – unknown

You don’t know this from my face because you can’t see me right now, but I am angry. Really, really angry. Close to furious.

Because an acquaintance did something stupid. Really, really stupid.

For those of you who don’t know, I am getting married in about five weeks. Five. Weeks. I have just finished dealing with finding a new DJ after the original one dropped out – and was unable to provide the replacement that was promised in the event of having to drop out – and am currently trying – not hugely successfully, might I add – to communicate with a florist for the very few flowery type things we will need for the ceremony. My second dress fitting is this week, and I am getting to the time where I will need to start chasing people for RSVPs so we know how many people we are feeding. Oh, and we’re doing a construction project at work. Just building a new library, nothing all that big or life changing.

Needless to say, more stress is not something I need in my life right now.

So, remember the stupid comment from above? Here is where it comes into play…

Said acquaintance has tested positive for COVID. After wandering around our mutual gathering place for the last few weeks insisting that the coughing, sneezing, and laryngitis they have been displaying are “just seasonal allergies” all while not wearing a mask.

Seasonal allergies, my ass.

The upshot of all this is that all the people in our mutual gathering space all had to go out and get COVID tests this morning. And need to get another on Friday morning and test over the weekend as what is currently moving through my county is the ‘stealth variety’ of the plague, which can take more time to present positive result. We all now have to wear masks all the time – even at home – until it is proven without a doubt we are negative. As a matter of fact, once I am done typing this up, I have to go put sheets on the guest bed because – you guessed it! – that’s where I will be sleeping for the foreseeable future.

I’m so happy, I could hit someone. Hard. Several times.

And I’m not the only one who feels this way.

Two of us in the group have been sick with other illnesses. Both of them are grumbling because they did the right thing, justifiably, might I add, and stayed home when not feeling well, tested to verify negative status, and wore masks in our mutual area so as not to infect others with whatever it was they had.

One of the other people affected by this mess now can’t go to their granddaughter’s birthday party this weekend. Another is prone to walking pneumonia and has to be extremely careful about any respiratory ailment. For me, I was diagnosed as an adult with reactive asthma. If I get a cough, it moves into my lungs and causes bronchoconstriction, which is about as fun as it sounds. Because there’s nothing actually there to cough up, I just get a painful, inflamed chest and start wheezing. Yay…

Do I feel bad the perpetrator is sick? Yes. I am not a total monster. Just an angry one at the moment.

Am I ready to forgive and forget? Oh, hell no. This person willfully, consciously, and continually came into a space where others could catch whatever it was they had, be it COVID, the flu (which is making a resurgence where I live), or a cold. Any sensible person would have known to test and stay out of the space until getting a negative test result. Because better safe than sorry.

Five weeks.

But I guess sensibility is a trait that is becoming hard to find in many people.

Wish me luck.

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