They’ve been smacked in the face with a lot of truths:
Any friends or family die from the vax? Have they seen people suffering in North Carolina as they live in tents in the winter cold? Do they not know the covid virus didn’t come from a bat? Have they heard rumblings about stolen elections? I could go on for days. The truth is out there, as shiny and glaring as a headlamp. You have to literally contort your mind and body like a pretzel not to see it.
My point is, they don’t want to see the truth. They have created a beautiful California bubble to live in. They’re not going to let you pop it. My daughter does the same thing: airline pilot hubby, beautiful baby, happy home in a gorgeous New England state, great friends, a doodle dog, a European stroller and granite countertops. She will jump over my backyard fence and run away before hearing ONE MORE WORD about the downfall of America. She’ll pay $10 for a gallon of milk rather than ever, ever hear the truth. Even when the truth shows signs of dismantling her life; her little vaxed family is sick all of the time and she has a new autoimmune disease.
A therapist once told me that everything one does works for them in some way—they get something out of it, even if they’re a victim. All the people who cover their ears and eyes? What are they getting from their ignorance? A chance to continue living their lives, hoping not seeing the truth will give them another day in their bubble.
Deep inside? They know. I promise you they do.