It’s a funny thing about human nature that when you’re told you can’t do something (like go out and Mix with the Peoples), that’s pretty much all you want to do. I’ve been thinking about how this “social distancing” we’re all supposed to practice is tedious as well as difficult. True, it’s technically Spring Break and I’m working from home, so it’s not like I’m going anywhere during work hours—but if we weren’t in the midst of a pandemic, I could go somewhere, at least for lunch. But instead, I’m stuck at home, contemplating eating a very sad lunch of mixed veggies and rice. And I miss people at work.
I wouldn’t miss them so much if, after Spring Break ends, we were all going back to campus. But that’s not happening, as far as I can tell. I miss Amanda popping in with her silly nonsense and her stern talkings-to to me when I stay late, or Karen standing in the door with some gossip that’s too good not to share. I miss Carol asking me how things are going with the schedule or telling me about her crazy cat. I miss hearing voices along the hall, students excitedly telling a professor they’re walking with about a project. All the interruptions from Monday to Thursday that makes my interruption-free Friday work-at-home days so very quiet and appreciated. (I don’t miss meetings. I would NEVER miss meetings. But you get my point—it’s a little bit lonely.)
So far, I am virus-free, and I am very glad about that. As the numbers of cases grow exponentially, I wonder if I will remain virus-free. So many people are sick—and it’s really hard to avoid people even when you’re socially distancing. Invariably, you have to go to the grocery and you touch a variety of surfaces, even if you’re being careful. (Even if you’re using sanitizer and washing your hands like you have OCD.) And more to the point, if the person you live with still has to attend work, as Chris does, how isolated can you be? I do worry about his catching something, too, since his job hasn’t shut down yet. (Fortunately, he tells me that most people who can are working from home, so it’s very empty in the warehouse.)
You think social distancing would be an introvert’s dream. You don’t have to see anybody, you don’t have to expend any of your limited powers of socializing. You can just be content in yourself. And the first couple of days, I think I was. I mean, I love my house. I love being here, listening to the bullfrogs and birdsong, seeing the buzzards behind the next door neighbor’s yard, noticing what new green is appearing on the trees out back and what new flowers have popped up in front. In every way, my house is a refuge for me, and I love that. But it becomes a little hard to appreciate those elements when you hear and see them full time. Especially when you feel like you yourself may be becoming part of the furniture. I suppose I need a little social interaction just so I don’t stagnate.
I’m sure I’ll grow more used to this situation as the weeks pass. This is just what I’m feeling now. I hope all of you are making the best of things, and that you’re staying well.