Do you listen to your inner voice? Do you pay attention when you’re in a situation and something doesn’t feel right?
I know it’s a been a good long time since we’ve gathered in groups. For me it’s been a bit more than two years because I had a feeling that this mystery virus was worse than anticipated and stopped going to the gym or any other public event at the beginning of March 2020, a couple weeks before the proverbial shit hit the fan.
This morning I had every intention of attending an all day seminar but I left after a few minutes.
Right off the bat I got some weird vibes (only way I can describe it) from a group of what were clearly guys in the military. There were about a dozen of them, very young and all unmasked although masks were still required. One of them, way too clean cut and extremely militant looking, started interrogating me with rapid fire questions in an insistent, belligerent, almost hostile, overly assertive voice, “Are you the teacher?” “Do you know where we’re supposed to go?” “Are you taking this class, too?” I responded, “You sure do ask a lot of questions” and he tried to stare me down before he walked away to stand with the guys he arrived with. It’s not easy to intimidate me so he obviously picked the wrong person. I might be only five feet tall, but that’s misleading if anyone thinks I can be bullied. I’m not. I can turn into ghetto grandma in the the blink of an eye. (Namaste, y’all.) My initial feeling is that they were white supremacist-types. No, I have no proof, only a feeling, and not a good one.
I observed another man, older, also unmasked, making the rounds of the room before the seminar started. He seemed to think it was one of those instant date things as he chatted with all the women. When he came up to me, I purposely made no eye contact but he didn’t seem to care. “You must be cold. YOU MUST BE COLD.” I glanced at him. “Your arms are folded, you must be cold.” I ignored him. I don’t play the “friend finder” game. He was annoying and obnoxious. He walked away without escalating his sales pitch, thank goodness.
The instructor showed up and closed the door. I had been siting all the way in the back in the seat nearest the exit and could see that there were about fifty people in the room with only about ten masked, including me. All I could think about was the newest variant and how it might not be prudent to be stuck in a room with no open windows or airflow.
I told the instructor’s assistant that I didn’t feel comfortable being there and she was extremely gracious.
Now I’m home feeling like I totally did the right thing by leaving for all the reasons.
I wonder what the story was all about with those Marines because they were out of place. I heard the instructor and his assistant talking about them too, so I know it wasn’t just me. Something didn’t fit. Something wasn’t right.
Are things back to normal for you now? Would you have stayed?