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My friends, my loved ones,
Write down this date: Friday, 20 January 2023. It’s the day when I really made a fool of myself, not only in front of strangers, but also in front of friends, and their family and friends. You will tell me that you have already seen me make a fool of myself in the past so, what's different this time? Read and draw your own conclusion.
This story begins with bad news: Josée, the mother of Martin, Stéphane and Patrick, a mother I knew many years ago when I worked for the Coast Guard, an exceptional mother, as her sons say, passed away. Family and friends were invited to celebrate her at the Très-Sainte-Trinité church.
It was my first outing in a crowd in three years. I did go to the Place des Arts twice last summer, but I was doubly masked the moment I got out of my car therefore, it doesn’t compare. I had many dinners with family and friends, but they know the situation I find myself in, a shitty immune system and family members that are old and/or sick so, everyone is really careful, and this also explains my extreme prudence.
I arrive at the church masked, of course. Celebrating this exceptional mother, the church was jam-packed. There was a maximum of five people wearing a mask, me included. I already felt uncomfortable. I felt people questioning themselves about me: what’s wrong with that one? Of course, they don’t know why I was so determined to wear a mask hence, I understood their questioning.
However, Martin invited us for a drink after the celebration to catch up on old times and recall the crazy things we did in our younger days at the Coast Guard.
You see where I’m going with this, don’t you?
I was too happy to see my friends, even my ex-husband was there. Without knowing it, we were all experiencing a beautiful reunion. I did not want to miss this occasion therefore, I decided to take a calculated risk by going to the reception.
Let me explain what happened in my little brain:
- If I take a drink and a bite to eat, I won’t be able to wear a mask;
- Only a certain percentage of people at the church will attend the reception so, the probability that I catch something diminishes a lot;
- If I stay in one place, in a corner, I minimize the risk even more;
- The worst-case scenario, I stay confined at home for a week to make sure I don’t contaminate anybody.
So, I went to the reception without a mask, but Josée being an exceptional woman, the whole church switched places: It was once again jam-packed.
As I drank my wine, I looked at the people that saw me masked at the church, but not at the reception, the same people who don’t know about the reasoning going on in my little brain and I put myself in their shoes. I only had one thing in mind: You poor idiot! I’m sure that is what every person said to themselves when they saw me and I understand them. You can’t imagine how I laughed when I arrived home! I laughed to tears and the only words that came out of my mouth were: you poor idiot! I’m still laughing as I write this blog … poor idiot! 😂😂😂
So, for my friends who were present… I’m really sorry. Sorry that you had to witness this insane behavior and sorry for putting you in an awkward position when your friends or family members asked you: “Who’s that idiot?”
Even Martin, bereaved on the day of his birthday said to me: “Not the same when you drink?”
My friends, my loved ones, please forgive this poor idiot and tell yourself that you will have a good anecdote to tell at your next party! 😉
Diane
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