🍰✨

I’ve been thinking a lot these days about The After Times. OK, it’s now bordering on fixation. Experiencing lots of anticipation (rediscovering NYC! going on new solo dates and adventures outside of the four walls of my apartment! seeing friends and going out dancing again!) mixed with dread (feeling unequipped to reenter the crush of society, boundaries already feeling under siege, waves of nausea about the idea of being made to work in an office again).

But let’s dwell on the positive, shall we. Yes, can’t wait to be social again, but mostly can’t wait to rid myself of having the following internal dialogue:

Voice A: I’d really like to go to the city this weekend!

Voice B: So what you’re saying is that you’re so bored with life right now that in order to inject some fun and novelty into it, you’re willing to throw everything away and put yourself squarely at risk by leaving your hermetically sealed chamber and walking around a densely populated city where about every other person these days has decided to give up on mask-wearing because they too are bored of life and willing to DIE just so something new happens to them?

A: Hm, I guess it is easier if I just stay home and do nothing.

B: 👍

It is better than it was, but this is now the era of “is this ok? is this ok? is this ok? is this ok?” Strategizing self-preservation measures. Stay tuned.