I am not going to live the rest of my life, huddled in fear, missing life.
Screw that.
Exactly right, I think. Sure, prudent precautions -- e.g., handwashing, vitamin D supplementation -- are in order. But life is for the living. I'm appalled to see just how many of my countrymen have proven themselves to be gutless, craven hypochondriacs. "Home of the brave," my *ss.
I don't want to get COVID and get sick. And I sure don't want to die from it.
There is a saying I am fond of, being ex-Navy:
"A warship in a harbor is a safe warship. But that is not what warships are for."
I paraphrase that to say:
"A human quarantined in a house wearing a mask may or may not be a safe human being, but that is not what human beings are for."
If I have to live the rest of my life wearing a mask and avoiding other people, screw that, it is not how I am going to live the rest of my life, whatever remains of it.