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As an introvert, I’m at my wits’ end with this pandemic.
When this all started, I felt absolutely no way about it. I work from home and I like being at home. If I wanted to go outside, I could just go for a walk around the neighborhood.
But for the past few weeks, cabin fever has engulfed my home and my neighborhood.
I’m not at the point where I’m screaming that I want my freedom but I can understand why someone would. They aren’t thinking. They aren’t paying attention to the tens of thousands who die every week around the world.
They are also not considering that they would be putting themselves at risk, which would just prolong the pandemic. It’s all about delaying gratification. You can get what you want, just not right now.
But hey, I get it.
I was thriving at first but now the isolation is just reminding me that it’s totally possible to have too much of a good thing.
I still have work to do. Do I want to do it? Not really. Why? Because there’s things that are more important right now. I’m crushing the work, but then I’m left in a malaise of boredom because… I need to socialize (there, I said it).
Being in the line to go to the supermarket is an event. It’s the event.
