I saw parties everywhere today. Groups. Close people. Laughing. Drinking. Having fun. As if it was normal life. Pre-corona.
It was strange to see.
And last night my daughter said there were groups of people partying everywhere at the University of New Hampshire where she currently still lives.
“Were they close to each other?”
“Yes, it was like everything was normal. They were all over campus.”
Did I miss something? Did someone say the virus was no longer a threat? Can I get the f—k out of my house and see everyone again?
I have to say I got a little righteous. I almost wished them ill for having a good time when dumb me is sitting at home alone, “trying to be good.”
Maybe they are right. Maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe it’s over. The statistics are wrong and all that hoopla.
Maybe the threat is over and we CAN go back to socializing.
I just posed the question on a Zoom call.
“NO. They are wrong,” my friends said. “Don’t think that you can do that. Don’t think they are right. We care about you.”
“Oh, ok,” I said. “I just thought maybe I was living in the twilight zone or something.”
I have to admit, though, that I had a couple of minutes where, even though I say this is fun, I really got connected to the life that I am missing.
- not losing sleep over wondering if it’s safe to go to the grocery store
- not being able to see my family
- wondering if my mom will get infected if she comes home
- pretending I am fine being alone almost ALL the time
- freaking out if I touch something when pumping gas or bringing groceries home
- spraying bleach over everything I see that might have touched the outside world
Because as wonderful as it is being home, there is a lot of weird stress over things we previously took for granted.
I guess we will know in 2 weeks if we get the “second wave”.
I’d like to think I’m over-reacting.
I don’t know. I just had to say something.
Thanks for listening.