I have decided to acquire a nemesis.
I am, traditionally, bad at maintaining grudges, hexes, and nemeses. It is not in my nature to dwell on the bad that people do. My friends tease that I am quick to point out someone's best features, outstanding qualities, everything that makes them special, broken, delicate, or good. One mid-summer dinner, a friend brought up an acquaintance of mine. "Oh, she's just had so much to deal with," I said, trying to rationalize her behavior, "Can you imagine being raised in that house? What she had to internalize?" The friend leaned over and said, "Carina, she's just a bad person." Well, you could have fooled me.
And too often, I am fooled by seeing the good in everyone. It's still a good quality to have, I think, and one I would be loathe to give up for the alternative. But since we're all trying to develop new skills during this quarantine, why not improve my capacity to draw from a deep well of antipathy and send it into the universe to do my dark bidding?
This newly acquired nemesis has no idea who I am; she couldn't pick me out from a crowd. I've seen her around this town before and have never given her a second thought. What changed my mind was an encounter in a place of business.
I entered, wearing a mask, as the sign on the door asked. I've patronized this business many times over the years; I wouldn't want to get the people who work there sick. And of course, I wouldn't want to get sick, either, or, God-forbid, carry a viral load to the people in my family who are immunocompromised. But there she was, my future nemesis, with her daughter, both of them unmasked and speaking loudly with each other, and to the people working their shift.
The longer they spoke, the more restless I became. It's true, she said, social media is censuring conservatives, we're looking into whether we can sue Instagram for censuring her. At the very least, Tucker Carlson said Instagram could lose their insurance, which would put them out of business, she asserted, brimming with the full force of Dunning-Kruger in effect.
Gross, I thought, and stupid, so unbearably stupid. I almost said something several times. I recognized her but couldn't place her. One thing I have learned is there are times one needs to breathe deeply, count to some number, plus look at your phone so you can calm down and not light up the space between you and a stranger, because sometimes it ends up you know the same people. That's a lesson I keep having to learn, let me tell you, and sometimes I even remember it. Instead of confronting her (which is always my first instinct) I tuned her out. That's called personal growth. I'm glad we could share this moment together.
The next time I ran into this person who was soon to be my nemesis, yes this is an origin story, it was a Saturday at Costco. The store was holiday-busy. It was not great. I went to get a cart when who should stride past me but this woman, with her mask hanging well below her nose, barely covering a thin lower lip. Now that's IT, I thought, this entitlement cannot be born. So I have decided NOT to bear it. It is unborn.
She is now my nemesis.
She was, of course, not alone. A good quarter of Costco-ites were wandering the store with their masks well below their noses and their whiteness worn like impotent shields. One fellow had on a mesh mask--A MESH MASK--but since it was our first time seeing each other at the Costco, he lives to be un-nemesied. They can't all be my nemeses (...can they?)
My tolerance for people who do not wear a mask is extremely low. You can fool yourself in your own home by consuming poisonous media intended to profit from your ignorance, but don't you bring that into public with me. I will tell the 70-year-old lady in Hobby Lobby to put her mask on and continue to shoot her glances so she keeps it on. But that lady isn't my nemesis, she's just a product of her raisin'*, bless her heart.
I'm not sure what to do while waiting for my nemesis to deliver her next affront to my general sense of decorum and logic. This has to be a part time, easily ignored, long-simmering nemesis situation, as I have no time or inclination to seek her out; this is a crockpot of nemeses.
Also, please remind me that I have a nemesis because chances are I will absolutely forget about it by noon tomorrow. I would like to see this one through, for once, just so I can say I accomplishes something important this year.
*consumption of poisonous media intended to scare conservatives to profit from their ignorance in what one might recognize as resembling a secret combination.