So much has changed since the pandemic.
It has only been in the last week or so that supermarket and store shelves are well stocked, and there are no bare spots. Hallelujah. (It’s weird, I got used to bare shelves, so the full shelves were a surprise).
No one wants to work, so there is an extreme staffing shortage, which means no one knows how to do their jobs, and no one cares to learn how to do a good job. The days of “customer service” rage are well over.
Restaurants are so expensive, the sting of the bill takes the pleasure out of whatever pleasure was had despite poor service and average food. Eating out used to be my passion, but I have had so many disappointing experiences since the pandemic, eating out is no longer an “experience”. I would rather stay home.
People are still getting sick and dying, but no one is keeping track and no one cares.
“Life” used to force me, an extreme introvert who is often riddled with anxiety, out into the world. The world now comes to me online. Banking. Shopping. Meetings. Social get-togethers (Zoom).
Living alone, my challenge is to build in enough contact with 3D people, as I need it for my mental health, even though I often hate it. It used to happen naturally - I had to plan inside time, not outside time!
I have started with exercise classes. Four classes a week. But I can actually zip in and out of class without talking to anyone. I need more. I will get there.