The pandemic we’re living in changed my life and also my wife’s life. We stay home, don’t go out regularly for breakfast. Restaurant for lunch or dinner, don’t even talk, almost never and yet only when restaurant offers tables outside, respects social distancing and follows all hygiene standards. We only go to the supermarket when it’s absolutely necessary and I canceled my gym membership.
We’re not the only ones, everyone is adapting and a lot of people complain and even say that because of their lifestyle changes, they’re depressed. I can’t speak for my wife, but it’s not my case, I’m actually thinking these changes are for the better, because we make up for what we stopped doing with new and better activities.
Now, my wife and I, we talk much more, the coffee is much more delicious, the breakfast and lunch / dinner much healthier. The wine I buy on the Internet are better because I spend time evaluating them, I also use the internet to learn everything I like and that previously had no time.
I only get depressed when I go for a walk, exercise on the streets around the house. Like many, I go without a mask. There are few people on the streets, it is very sunny here, and because it is outdoors and I am vaccinated, the danger of contamination is less than the harm it does to be breathing inside the mask for a long period.
People avoid me! I meet them walking and jogging, and when they see me they leave the sidewalk, cross the street, some prefer to walk on the street, defying the cars. They’d rather get run over than cross, for a second, paths with me. I feel like I’m a monster from another planet that has to be avoided at all costs.
The few brave people who don’t leave the sidewalk to go to the street, move to the grass, stray from me, put masks on their faces. The other day a woman lifted her blouse to cover her face and lowered her head when she saw me close. Not so long ago, a gentleman who was on the sidewalk walking his puppy, when he saw me, took the puppy in his lap, went to the middle of the street and stood with his back to the traffic waiting for me to pass. A recklessness.
Now that I’m vaccinated, I’ve had an idea I thought I’d send to the mayor. A system of signs to indicate who has already taken the vaccine and end this situation of having to avoid people on the street. When crossing with someone, the vaccinated would show the arm with a finger indicating a dose or two fingers indicating two doses or if it was vaccinated with the vaccine that requires only one dose.
I explained this idea to my wife, she found my suggestion silly, so I didn’t go ahead with it. The result is that I’m still depressed every time I go out to exercise, which is not good, because I’m preferring to stay home and I don’t know if my wife likes that.