If I see someone wearing a mask, I assume they are afraid, and that they have a personal reason for choosing to do so. Live and let live is my motto. I try to feel patience and pity for the person who is sick with fear, even when their behavior irritates me. We're all emotionally sick to some degree, and I try to grant the person I dislike the same tolerance and pity I'd grant to a sick friend. That said, I'm lucky to live in a place where most people don't wear masks!