Deep Down, We All Really Want To, TBH
Not sure about everyone else, but I am going through social distancing withdrawal. There are many guilty pleasures of social distancing that we should continue to indulge in post-COVID.
The pandemic was the best thing to ever happen to a germophobe. M’kay….
Here, I will just say what we are all thinking but feel too guilty to admit:
Can we keep the 6-foot stickers on the floor in the supermarket and checkout lines? Continue standing 6 feet away in a line. There is no need to breathe down the person in front of you’s neck. Shoving your things on the conveyor belt and scraping your shopping cart *accidentally* on the heels of their feet won't make the line go any faster. Stay off our backs! Practice patience.
Oh, the elevator. COVID was an excuse to shut the door and have some nice alone time. (Admit it — you liked having that space all to yourself)
It was an excuse not to swap DNA with a stranger. Handshaking is creepy. Stranger slime is gross. Let us all just be honest.
It was an excuse to decline “Pop-Ups” from unwanted neighbors. (Or at least the ones you do not really like).
Bad breath is a pandemic in itself. The masks were good for that. (Or at least covering it up.)
Zoom on, Zoom Off. It helped us to see how much of a time suck in-person business meetings are. We can be more productive (and comfy) in our sweatpants in a nice, soft chair. We can get up and get some more coffee, or go to the bathroom without having to self-depreciatingly ask another adult to be excused.
Working from home was the best part of the pandemic. Working from home brought the stress level down at least 7 notches. If, on a scale from one to ten, 10 being the highest level of stress, and 1 being the least, WFH brought us all down to a 3. There’s something about not sitting in 3 hours of traffic, and spending hundreds in parking that chilled us all out.
Did we miss any?
Thanks for reading.
