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I’m a super-social person.
I already knew this but had it confirmed a few years ago when I took a Myers-Briggs personality test at a leadership conference. I pretty much scored off-the-charts for extroversion.
When I saw the number, my eyebrows shot up and I couldn’t get over it as I read the rest of my profile. It just didn’t seem very…balanced.
Fast forward to Covid times. Slamming the door shut on socializing last year was easy.
Sure, I love a party but I’m also very decisive and action-oriented about priorities (also in my personality profile, ha ha). There was no way I was going to endanger myself or others.
Today, vaccines and vaccine passports are thankfully providing protective measures.
However, I’m not doing social re-entry the way I predicted. Are you?
All this change is kind of too much for me. It feels fast. Previously, I had always identified as someone who loves change. But maybe there’s a limit.
The one time I recently went to a bona fide party was one month ago. It was a special occasion, kind of work-related, in a beautiful outdoor setting, with a few friends, lots of strangers and the friendly faces of acquaintances I hadn’t seen in years. Hors d’oeuvres. Music. A dress and heels.
We all did Covid screenings before entering and of course, I was double-vaxxed. But let me tell you one aspect of boozy, loud parties that I totally forgot: when a person talks too close and a tiny—but perceptible—globule of their spit lands on your face.
Reader, this happened to me. It’s a very common pre-pandemic experience for a night out. But in that moment, my mind began whirring with panicky mental math. Instead of running away screaming, I continued to nod, holding my wine glass aloft. (We’re such strange creatures — why do we need to stay cool even when we feel like dying inside?)
How I feel on the inside — byeeeee
When I woke up the next morning, I became immediately alert and had one thought: “Spit. Spit on my face.” Picture every movie scene you’ve seen of a genius in a lab, figuring out a cure for cancer, except it’s just me, in my pajamas, frozen in bed, trying to calculate viral load multiplied by risk to the power of OMG. Very science.
What are the chances of getting Covid at a party where everyone has been screened for symptoms? Not zero. And what would be the chances of passing on the virus to my family, were I to become infected? Very high.
It made me realize that I’m not ready for that kind of socializing yet. I jumped the gun. I don’t regret going, but I’m taking my reaction as information about my comfort level.
I don’t need to be on the forward edge of what’s permissible and socially acceptable. I will be fine right here on my couch under the blanket with my phone and group chats and bowl of chips. Now that we’re coming indoors, it’s that season. Again. Especially for people who live with children too young to be vaxxed.
I started out in the pandemic as a super-social person. Today, I’m just not the same and I’m okay with that.
Recently, I was with friends in a backyard, which felt special but also pandemic-normal, sitting around a fire at night. This is how I socialize now. And when it was brought up that there might be a plan to go dancing at a bar, I blankly asked, “Inside?”
Inside is my scary place, virus-wise. Going into urgent mental math mode, of trying to evaluate risk, is an imprecise coping mechanism. I’m not a scientist — I’m just a lady lying in bed, waking up the day after a party, and replaying the scene of the spittle.
With the weather changing, I’m trying to figure out my current boundaries.
While I don’t have all the answers, here’s what I’m thinking for me:
Socializing outdoors in cold weather works if you keep it moving (walk!)
There’s a small circle of adults, all vaxxed, who I will invite inside
Restaurants are on a case-by-case basis, but very low on my list
Meanwhile, I’m taking notes for myself on what I have done recently that felt comfortable:
I went to a small, outdoor wedding (it was gorgeous)
Thanksgiving dinner with my children and parents indoors (yes, some worry beforehand but we made this choice)
Book club, friend catch-ups, a clothing swap with friends, all outside
Right now, I’m trying to be okay with change and the fact that I’m adapting much more slowly than I predicted.
Getting vaxxed in the spring and then going into summer didn’t turn out to be flipping a switch back into high-gear. There were lots of “I can’t wait!” vibes but maybe our nervous systems want us to wait. Or at least chill. And tread slowly.
The emergency part of a crisis requires fast change, and how awesome it is that our brains are capable. But the slow denouement toward exiting this pandemic is just that — slow. Our brains sense there are still threats to our health and there’s this whole emotional toll we haven’t processed. And in any case, as it turns out this fall, I am still tired.
I asked on Instagram how comfortable people feel about socializing, and I heard back from many of you that social circles have shrunk. Makes sense. And several people wrote back that they’ll keep it low-key until their young children are vaxxed. Also makes sense.
While I really miss those larger circles of friends, acquaintances and neighbours, I feel lucky to have my inner circle. And each time I see someone in real life, I think to myself, “How special is this?”
Early in the pandemic, there were lots of think pieces on how we’d see a new roaring ‘20s once this was behind us. Sure, that will probably happen. But it’s not here yet and I’m fine with hibernating until it feels right.
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