Confrontation
Dec. 15th, 2021 12:04 amI have slow-reaction syndrome. I don’t do well with confrontation because I usually don’t realize I am being confronted. For instance, over the weekend I went to the UPS Store to drop off a pre-paid package. In an ideal world, I would have waited in line, gone up to the counter, and handed the nice young man or woman my package. Once they scanned my package, the young person would hand me a receipt and say “There you go, have a nice day, ma’am” and I would have been on my merry way. Instead, as I stood in line this weekend at the UPS Store, I was making pleasant chit-chat with the masked customers who were packed like sardines beside me (so much for social distancing) and a voice rang over the customers’ heads.
With that epithet, I about-faced and walked out of the store, never to return again.
I barely realized what had happened until I got to my car outside the store. That’s the problem with delayed-reaction syndrome. I had been on autopilot while in the store. It’s much like being in shock. I find being confronted extremely unpleasant, and my reality tends to go fuzzy and milky while it’s happening, like some kind of protective buffer, only to re-focus and crash afterwards.
My first emotion upon getting into my car was vitriolic anger. Dealing appropriately with my anger, I am convinced, is part of my karma in this lifetime. My anger isn’t normal and never has been normal. Maybe it is because it doesn’t set in right away until I realize what has happened; honestly I am not sure, but my anger is never proportionate to the situation. It is always excessive. To be honest, it would not bother me if a terrible fate befell Miss Mask. I won’t go into detail — you can read my novels for that — but I could easily watch as Miss Mask suffered without lifting a finger to help her. The main difference now is I don’t get busy wishing harm on her. The old me would have wished harm on her. The old me would have had more than the usual amount of success achieving the desired end: it’s easy to think harm in to being, or at least it is for me. Nowadays, I let the gods sort that out, and that does require a form of patience I didn’t used to possess.
As we near the holidays, we pass into a second year where many of us have acted as human firewalls of will standing between loved ones who want to endanger other loved ones with experimental MRNA injections. How many of us have lost good friends, spouses, and relatives to injection madness? I recently found out that a friend of a friend got her first injection while four weeks pregnant. This person had every opportunity to obtain real information about the dangers of the Covid injections. She will probably get another injection and a booster as per the “rules”. Knowing what we do about pregnant women and the shots, if she brings the child to term without any complications, it will be a genuine miracle. Another has withheld the company of a grandchild from his grandparents because they aren’t willing to jab and booster up. The grandchild has received at least two shots and will likely be getting boosters soon. Every day I hear of a new and sickening way of excluding normal people like myself from society. In Austria, the ones who refuse are prevented from working or shopping, just like Jews who didn’t have the right papers in 1943. In Australia, they are shunted off to internment camps. In Canada, they are being fired and forced onto the dole.
At every turn, the socially anxious are being turned out into the open arena of confrontation. We are in the Coliseum and it is trial by fire. I would like to be one of those people who just blows it off, who laughs at Karen and doesn’t make much of her bad intentions. Instead, I have to suppress the undeniable urge to gut Karen like a fish approximately ten minutes after she has gotten in my face. Never has it been more crucial for us to laugh at Karen, as laughter is the only thing that can defeat her sort of toxic femininity, and of course I don’t mean laughing as I see her flop in front of me, begging for mercy. I am saying we have to mock Karen even as she swallows the key to our prison cell. We have to meme her with a shard of charcoal on our last piece of paper though she has taken our computers away. We have to chortle, giggle, and pshaw at her and never give her the satisfaction of besting us, because unlike her, we will never sell our souls.
Miss Mask: YOU HAVE TO WEAR A MASK IN HERE!
Me: No, I don't.
Miss Mask: YES YOU DO! I don't have to serve you! You have to put on a mask!
Me: No, I do not. You are discriminating against me per the Americans with Disabilities Act. Should I go get the paperwork?
Miss Mask: I AM NOT SERVING YOU.
Me, in my best projected singing voice: NO SALE.
With that epithet, I about-faced and walked out of the store, never to return again.
I barely realized what had happened until I got to my car outside the store. That’s the problem with delayed-reaction syndrome. I had been on autopilot while in the store. It’s much like being in shock. I find being confronted extremely unpleasant, and my reality tends to go fuzzy and milky while it’s happening, like some kind of protective buffer, only to re-focus and crash afterwards.
My first emotion upon getting into my car was vitriolic anger. Dealing appropriately with my anger, I am convinced, is part of my karma in this lifetime. My anger isn’t normal and never has been normal. Maybe it is because it doesn’t set in right away until I realize what has happened; honestly I am not sure, but my anger is never proportionate to the situation. It is always excessive. To be honest, it would not bother me if a terrible fate befell Miss Mask. I won’t go into detail — you can read my novels for that — but I could easily watch as Miss Mask suffered without lifting a finger to help her. The main difference now is I don’t get busy wishing harm on her. The old me would have wished harm on her. The old me would have had more than the usual amount of success achieving the desired end: it’s easy to think harm in to being, or at least it is for me. Nowadays, I let the gods sort that out, and that does require a form of patience I didn’t used to possess.
As we near the holidays, we pass into a second year where many of us have acted as human firewalls of will standing between loved ones who want to endanger other loved ones with experimental MRNA injections. How many of us have lost good friends, spouses, and relatives to injection madness? I recently found out that a friend of a friend got her first injection while four weeks pregnant. This person had every opportunity to obtain real information about the dangers of the Covid injections. She will probably get another injection and a booster as per the “rules”. Knowing what we do about pregnant women and the shots, if she brings the child to term without any complications, it will be a genuine miracle. Another has withheld the company of a grandchild from his grandparents because they aren’t willing to jab and booster up. The grandchild has received at least two shots and will likely be getting boosters soon. Every day I hear of a new and sickening way of excluding normal people like myself from society. In Austria, the ones who refuse are prevented from working or shopping, just like Jews who didn’t have the right papers in 1943. In Australia, they are shunted off to internment camps. In Canada, they are being fired and forced onto the dole.
At every turn, the socially anxious are being turned out into the open arena of confrontation. We are in the Coliseum and it is trial by fire. I would like to be one of those people who just blows it off, who laughs at Karen and doesn’t make much of her bad intentions. Instead, I have to suppress the undeniable urge to gut Karen like a fish approximately ten minutes after she has gotten in my face. Never has it been more crucial for us to laugh at Karen, as laughter is the only thing that can defeat her sort of toxic femininity, and of course I don’t mean laughing as I see her flop in front of me, begging for mercy. I am saying we have to mock Karen even as she swallows the key to our prison cell. We have to meme her with a shard of charcoal on our last piece of paper though she has taken our computers away. We have to chortle, giggle, and pshaw at her and never give her the satisfaction of besting us, because unlike her, we will never sell our souls.
Oh, Karen.
Date: 2021-12-15 12:18 pm (UTC)Over the summer I stopped at a fast food place while running errands. The tables weren't roped off, no signs in view, so I decided to eat inside rather than get crumbs in my car. Midway through my meal a woman behind the counter yelled across the restaurant "You can't eat in here!!!". Everyone turned to stare at me. Her tone implied I was doing something massively improper and disgusting rather than eating in a place that sold food. I picked up and left but couldn't help thinking, Why? She could have just *said* something like "Sorry, but people aren't allowed to eat in here right now". The rule is stupid and arbitrary but here we are. I'm trying to minimize my exposure to crazy Karens. I'm sorry you got yelled at by one of them too. I really wish we lived in a society where civility was considered important.
Chris in VT
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Date: 2021-12-15 01:23 pm (UTC)You might consider relocating to red. We don't wear masks here.
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Date: 2021-12-15 01:59 pm (UTC)I also went through a stage of extreme snark where I would think of all the biting things I could say and do to people but ultimately, I realized I have to leave that energy behind as well. (I thought of some real zingers if I say so!) It's not good for my karma...they can worry about their own.
I'm about halfway through Dion Fortune's Magical Battle of Britain and will put in a plug for it. So far, there have been numerous moments where I've said, "oh, that explains why I should move beyond the snark and seek another path." I still feel it but I'm working out how to proceed with people. Right now I'm in avoidance, which I don't advise, but I haven't found a path yet.
I admire your willingness to challenge the system! :)
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Date: 2021-12-15 06:45 pm (UTC)I wanted to share my malevolent thoughts about Karens just in case people thought I was too enlightened to have those thoughts. I am definitely not at the full forgiveness state with them either. I am at the "OK, I ignore you Karen and though I have nasty thoughts about the fate you probably deserve, I am not going to be acting on those thoughts on any plane."
I agree, the Magical Battle of Britain is a must-read. Isn't it funny with those snarky thoughts? Yes, I too have come up with some decimating zingers. Always 2 hours to 3 days afterward LOL.
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Date: 2021-12-20 02:18 am (UTC)—Princess Cutekitten
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Date: 2021-12-15 05:29 pm (UTC)I heard two instances of the same sort of thing recently in super-blue California. One was reported to me by someone who is, like me, of the nose-out-over-the-mask tribe. She was delighted that this man who was ahead of her in a long line at a meat counter refused to wear a mask. When the clerk gave him a hard time (similar to what happened to you), he said in a booming baritone, "CANCEL MY ORDER!" and walked out. My informant said she then stepped up to the cash register with her nose very out over her mask, and she was gratified to notice that the clerk dared say nothing about that.
A small victory.
These count.
The spell will break.
Again, THANK YOU.
Amber Crispy Termite
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Date: 2021-12-15 06:29 pm (UTC)If you're facing something like mask karens, it's helpful to script out a few possible scenarios before you walk into a place like the post office. Sounds like you may have done something similar here. You don't seem to have got flustered and mutely fled-- which is my basic response to such situations when I have not prepared in advance.
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Date: 2021-12-16 02:20 am (UTC)Ha, I'm the same way.
But--
"Me, in my best projected singing voice: NO SALE.
"With that epithet, I about-faced and walked out of the store, never to return again."
Sounds like you actually handled it as intended, even if it didn't feel good in the moment!
But--what did you do about the package?!? I just sent off all the cookies I baked for relatives, plus two boxes of non-food gifts for my nieces and nephew. I spent $100 to mail all those things. I'm getting second-hand mailing anxiety reading your story! Did you get your prepay back? Did you mail the package some other way? (Sorry, OT I know!)
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Date: 2021-12-16 07:21 am (UTC)As would a civil suit. Especially if you win. (Though they’d most likely settle out of court.)
—Princess Cutekitten
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Date: 2021-12-16 09:59 pm (UTC)shutting down a studio a past a dream is hard like burying another love and i'm sorry.
feel blue, slosh around in it, this all SUCKS.
but you're hardly done. you're amazing and you inspire so much and are necessary. can't you feel it? maybe that's why you are also depressed, too. it's hard to feel wasted in this world. it's not a feeling we should ever become used to.
thanks for propping us up over here on this side.
and i don't encourage you to move. family is sooo important if you can love and enjoy the one you've got don't waste it. moving all the time is so american and over-rated and how we kinda got into this mess, if you ask me.
we don't stick around through the ...stink the FUNK.
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Date: 2021-12-19 12:28 am (UTC)The French have a phrase and the Yiddish a word for it.
In French, it's "l'esprit d'escalier", or "the wit of the stairs", meaning the clever comeback you thought of after departing and reaching the bottom of the stairs.
The Yiddish word is "trepverter", or "staircase words". Same idea.