This.
Understandable. But what does this mean for you in practice and action?
I’m starting to develop a whole new appreciation for Monk reruns.
I’ll have to go back to work, but I’ll maintain the near-constant handwashing and disinfecting stuff, limit my visits to public places to what’s necessary (grocery store and…well I can’t think of anything else at the moment), stay out of crowds. I probably won’t be doing anything like going to the theater or the mall until I can get a vaccination. Basically, what we were doing a week or two ago…what’s necessary with caution.
You really think I’m not?
I’ll trust *myself *going out when:
- I last coughed over two weeks ago
- Infections are going down
- The authorities say I can.
All three of those true? I’ll be whooping it down the streets
My routine hasn’t really changed, other than the hours things are open. I guess the biggest change is that I finally managed to make some friends 40 years into my life who would normally invite me out and over to their places, and now it’s like I’m being forced back into social anxiety and avoidance and I have to be vigilant to maintain an outlook that goes against current society for my own health. I hope that safe social non-distancing will become the norm again.
I’ve never been nervous. I’ve never given it one thought.
Just out of curiosity, if you took public transit before this (which you evidently don’t), would you reconsider doing so? Would you be ABLE to reconsider it?
That’s not a factor for me. I guess if it was, I would try to not use it if at all possible, but would try to minimize my risk as much as possible.
I don’t consider this to be a binary matter. One day I’m afraid to go out, the next day I’m not.
Depending on what needs to be done, the type of place I’m going to, how long I will be there, etc., things will vary.
Probably a couple months for semi-important or very quick things. Could be as long as 6 months for more casual/moderate stuff. Sometime next year maybe for extended “fun” stuff.
I’ll raise a glass to that. It is deeply strange and unpleasant not to have the sanctuary of a single pub available in the whole of merry England. I turned down an invitation to meet my mum for a snifter two weeks ago, and have been regretting it ever since.