I always considered myself an introvert, or perhaps an extroverted introvert, in that I can be social but I sooo prefer to be alone or with my close circle wayyy more than I like to be in crowds or with large groups of people.

But I never realized how introverted I am until the Coronavirus or COVID-19 came along.

*Side note: Why does it have 2 names? Could we not handle calling it COVID-19? Is confidence in the comprehension of the general public so low that they had to name it after a beer in order for people to pay attention? Well look where that got us. Now people are going out to the bars in droves instead of staying home like they should.

Anyhow, I always knew I liked staying home, but when it became official that I NEEDED to stay away from people and that I NEEDED to work from home, something came over me. I’ll even go as far as to call it a euphoric sensation.

I actually love rainy days because it’s an excuse to stay home in my jammies without feeling guilty. Now, it’s a requirement even on a sunny day. No guilt! 🙌

You think I’m exaggerating. I’m really not. As a matter of fact, every time I forget that I’ll be home for 2 weeks, as soon as I remember, a big sense of calm washes over me, right down to the pit of my stomach which is usually a raging ball of stress.

News articles have come across my feed telling people how to “deal with” the quarantine or “Ways to look on the bright side when having to work from home.” What? I don’t get it. Not being 100% on board with this is a totally foreign concept to me.

Don’t get me wrong, I know this is a terrible situation and I pray for all the people who will be affected by it, but this whole “social distancing” thing makes me very happy.

Just the other day, I was at CVS picking up a prescription with my youngest, and there was a man standing THISCLOSE to me on line. I have many pets of the peeve persuasion, but this is my BIGGEST pet peeve.

BACK. THE. HELL. UP. 🤬

I kept doing my signature “look halfway over my shoulder and swing my bag so it almost hits him” move, but he wasn’t getting the hint.

At that point I would’ve morphed into Ludacris and told him to ‘Move bitch get out the way!’ But since my son was with me I refrained. I did however, mouth to the woman behind him as I was leaving, “SO CLOSE! 😡” and she nodded her head with a sympathetic look and mouthed back, “I know.”

This made my son ask what was going on, so I explained the concept of personal space to him and that if he doesn’t adhere to it, he’s being extremely rude. Well fortunately, his guidance counselor has already covered this with his class, so he already knew what I was talking about (I ❤️ my kids’ PUBLIC school 🥰)

However, it’s very sad that my 7-year-old is aware of this concept more than this grown-ass man who now knows the meds I’m on and could tell you the secret code I punched into the nasty, germy card reader.

So when this is finally over, and we’re released back into the public to go wherever we please, crowds and all, remember that not everyone wants to smell what you ate for lunch as you breathe down their neck. Pretend you’re listening to Juvenile and Back That Azz Up.

Thank you.