My Comfort My Choice It's just like it sounds. I'm outside of my belief-bubble. The question is, do I want to go back in? Can I go back? Does belief have a limit? Curiosity certainly tests our limits. Belief...is scrutiny; it's an egg shell. Don't live in a shell if you're afraid of the dark. Belief is an eggshell. Do you see the majesty? Intelligence is a curious field of study.
I’m an antivaxxer now. By definition, I don’t care who I infect or kill. By definition, I will not jeopardize my body without PROOF my activity has been concretely linked to individuals suffering infection or death. Unlike COVID infection, proof always exists linking the death of an aborted fetus to the killer. What’s that? There’s no evidence that a life is being terminated? Interesting. Yet…there IS evidence to support all antivaxxers are guilty until proven innocent. The precedent to disregard life has been well established. How many people am I guilty of infecting? How many people am I guilty of killing? Where’s the link? This debate has EVERYTHING to do with “how do we return to normalcy?” Remember, we didn’t get along (politically) before COVID appeared, so why should a global crisis usher solidarity? Normalcy has no congruent definition. The solutions proposed by the government may (or may not) require us to conform to comfort. Antivaxxers are required to conform to discomfort. Should a baby’s life be sacrificed for our comfort? Ahem…abortion. The treatment…of antivaxxers has been well established, ergo my body, my choice.
Tell me this: what’s the similarity between an abortionist and an antivaxxer? Life is inconvenient. The return to normalcy is a dream because normalcy requires cooperation from people we disagree with (i.e., rivals). We are born divided. Trust or Truth. I trust my decisions will keep me safe, but the truth is I’m no doctor. Can you trust a doctor to tell you the truth? Truth is they have a mortgage. Civility is like a summit; there’s only room for one at the top. Let’s be wrong…together (below the summit). That’s normalcy. My body, my choice kills without consent. I concede, I embrace that this is an ugly fact. No one wants to admit they’re ugly. But we all are (for different reasons). For those of you who get to conform to comfort…is it a coincidence you support mandating vaccines? Your comfort is not my comfort. Don’t assume your compliance with authority suits others. It doesn’t. Through liberty, nonconformist behaviour mocks the judgement of conformists to constantly feed the desperation to be correct. This gives rise to measures such as mandating vaccines to soothe the tempers of a sore and spiteful population. Normalcy has no congruent definition other than to conform to comfort to escape the shame being linked to infecting or killing others. However, only those vaccinated against their will are conforming to discomfort to escape the shame being linked to infecting or killing others (without proof). Black males conform to discomfort to escape the shame of being linked to a popular activity: jailed without proof. The absence of concrete proof invites rivals (from a place of comfort) to lecture and mock the “guilty” with an until-proven-innocent rationale to supplement the absence of proof. This is one of many activities that has divided nations, families, friendships, and staff. This is what happens whenlife is inconvenient. What happens if I die conforming to my rival’scomfort? I’ll regret having conformed. Why? The desperation to prove rivals wrong…trumps the discomfort of being accused of conspiracy. Vaxxers have blood on their hands. Do you know why life is inconvenient? Ask yourself, what the fuck is normal about antivaxxers? Normal (as I know it) is conforming to comfort (just like the rest of us). When life is inconvenient, normal is conforming to discomfort. My comfort, my choice.