Every time I see a mask-wearer I think, “When your time comes, you’re gonna die anyway. So why not enjoy life rather than hiding behind a mask in fear?”
That is how I feel. I take immunosuppressants because I had transplant surgery last year, and I’m not wearing a mask except at the doctor’s office. I see a few people in a club I belong to wearing them. Two are elderly, and one is probably a little older than me. I suppose I should wear one in group settings, but I don’t feel it’s necessary.