Boy, it’s been a weird year. Truly the strangest 15 months of my life. I spent so much of my pre-pandemic life enjoying post-apocalyptic media that I always thought, “should the world basically end, I’ll know exactly what to do!” (Honestly, what I’d do is hunker in a corner until my supply of contact lenses ran out and my glasses broke then wander into the apocalypse, as blind as the day I was born) But, obviously, the thing these movies and games and shows never cover is what it’s like when the apocalypse starts to chill out and life begins to resemble what it used to be.
Clearly, the zombie apocalypse movie is not the proper model for dealing with the post-apocalyptic world. Maybe Dorthy's return to Kansas is the paradigm (or paradox)?
To still mask or not, that is the question. You enter a store or a restaurant and some people are masked. You're vaccinated, what do you do? My solution is to find one of those Plexiglas dividers to hide behind.
People don’t realize that I’m actually shy and a bit of a hermit so the Pandemic was a relief for me - as much as I DO love seeing my friends. I’m not a big germaphobe so sharing food and hugs (a few people at a time don’t overwhelm me!) is something I’m really enjoying again!!
The hugging thing. I don't mind leaving handshakes behind. It's a weird social practice that, legend says, sprang from the attempt to show you didn't have a weapon. I've even read that the up and down motion was meant to dislodge hidden weapons from your sleeve. I've found that in most meetings I've had in LA the weapons tend to be insincere smiles and notes that hurt my script. So I'm happy to air kiss the handclasp away. But hugs are different. I come from a family of huggers. I missed hugging. My first instinct now that I'm spending time with double vaxxed friends is to hug, but I have to remember to check with them to see if they're comfortable with it. Also with me taking a french fry. It's going to be a while before I'm slurping somebody else's Mai Tai.
OUR fries
can I have some of your nachos?
Clearly, the zombie apocalypse movie is not the proper model for dealing with the post-apocalyptic world. Maybe Dorthy's return to Kansas is the paradigm (or paradox)?
To still mask or not, that is the question. You enter a store or a restaurant and some people are masked. You're vaccinated, what do you do? My solution is to find one of those Plexiglas dividers to hide behind.
People don’t realize that I’m actually shy and a bit of a hermit so the Pandemic was a relief for me - as much as I DO love seeing my friends. I’m not a big germaphobe so sharing food and hugs (a few people at a time don’t overwhelm me!) is something I’m really enjoying again!!
The hugging thing. I don't mind leaving handshakes behind. It's a weird social practice that, legend says, sprang from the attempt to show you didn't have a weapon. I've even read that the up and down motion was meant to dislodge hidden weapons from your sleeve. I've found that in most meetings I've had in LA the weapons tend to be insincere smiles and notes that hurt my script. So I'm happy to air kiss the handclasp away. But hugs are different. I come from a family of huggers. I missed hugging. My first instinct now that I'm spending time with double vaxxed friends is to hug, but I have to remember to check with them to see if they're comfortable with it. Also with me taking a french fry. It's going to be a while before I'm slurping somebody else's Mai Tai.
Well, said, dear Will!