This is starting to get a little ridiculous. I look like a whacked-out hippie or some crazy old dude who thinks he’s still in an 80s hair band.

The Bangles and Bon Jovi got nothing on me.

On the flip-side I can skip the deodorant and eat tuna salad with onions without offending anyone. So there is that.

This virus thing has been real, folks, but I’m sort of over it. Time to move on. You know, get back to the business of life and work and all that.

Wait, you think I should be concerned that I might get sick and die?

Seriously? What’s new about that? The odds are way higher that I’ll drop dead from a massive coronary or a car accident than from coronavirus.

What about infecting others?

Maintain a little distance. Cough and sneeze into your arm, not the air. No hugging and kissing. Is that really so hard? Maybe for Joe Biden, but I think the rest of us can handle it.

Don’t even get me started on the stock market. Highest unemployment and lowest GDP since the great depression and the Nasdaq is close to a record high. I mean, seriously, WTF dude?

I cannot get back to normal soon enough. And don’t give me that new normal BS. I don’t care what kind of normal we get back to. As long as it isn’t this.

I want a haircut. I want to have face-to-face meetings, you know, in conference rooms and stuff. I want the stock market to behave itself. I want to go out to dinner.

I’m old enough to make my own decisions. I accept the risk. F*** the nanny state. I mean, seriously. I’m done.