As an introvert, I can confirm that getting to spend prolonged time without forced human interaction is honestly really nice--it gives us introverts time to heal from the constant stress and micro-traumas, if I may, that come from having to conform to an extroverted society that expects extroverted behavior just in order to survive. My state was under a mandatory "stay at home" order for about 2.5-3 months, and (luckily) I got to work from home (mainly researching COVID-19 safety to help the college I work at reopen *eyeroll* in August), and for that whole 2.5 month period before I had to go back to work in person (or lose my job and thus everything), I didn't once have that "I should see a human" craving.
And honestly--this comes from a place of life-long hurt, so please don't @ me--it felt kinda vindicating to see extroverts, even those I love very much, feeling out of place and struggling for once, like the tables had for once in my life turned and I got to be okay for once. I didn't ultimately like the idea that anyone's mental health was suffering from the isolation, but it was interesting to see extroverts experiencing a lot of the same kind of mental/emotional/existential anguish that we introverts struggle with a lot as we're forced to choose between our mental health and our livelihoods and putting food on our tables.
But it didn't last, I had to go back to work in person in July amidst a bunch of health problems and a ton of physical pain while also being someone with multiple pre-existing conditions including an autoimmune disorder that would make me absolutely screwed if I got COVID, so I was right back in the same old daily grind of pretended sociability and little time to recharge.
Ug, sorry for the long post, I heard Noah talking about the introvert experience of quarantining and needed to get this off my chest and express "fucking same" in a bout of word vomit.
Great Dark Lord's Toilet Companion
2021-02-09 05:43:31 +0000 UTC