According to Instagram, I’m Taking Quarantine Too Seriously
Guys, I really think I’m crazy. At least that’s how it feels when I log onto Instagram and see everyone going about their lives like literally NOTHING is happening in this world, pandemic-wise. Where March through May felt like we were all hunkered down together, baking bread, Zoom happy houring, sharing our “stuck inside” miseries, this summer has made me feel straight-up insane, but not for the reason you might think.
No, I don’t have cabin fever necessarily. Nothing has changed with this virus, so my behavior hasn’t changed. BUT AM I THE ONLY ONE?!? I really, truly was beginning to think that I was. Even people I know to be responsible, socially conscientious, seem so lax right now. Traveling the US, hosting dinner parties inside with friends, sharing their many vacation escapades. Are there details I don’t know about these situations? Of course. Some people have “quarantine pods,” a trusted group of friends they hang out with who promise to control their whereabouts, etc. etc.
But even being aware of the fact that I don’t know the full story behind any image or video posted online, I’m starting to feel like the only human left social distancing, or, more accurately, opting to stay mostly inside, with just my household (Charles).
That is until yesterday, when Orlando Soria posted an Instagram post that felt as if it had come directly from my brain. I won’t copy and paste the whole caption, because it is long, go give it a read, but this is the gist:
“I have gotten increasingly uncomfortable at what’s going on around me as I’m noticing more and more people just clinging to their past lives, traveling and socializing the way they did before. I am seeing a lot of performative socializing and vacationing and it’s making me feel crazy, like somehow I imagined the whole pandemic or somehow I’m the only dork staying in.”
“I’m feeling gaslit by the contrast between the US’ terrible infection rates and how carefree people are acting. And I’m feeling bummed at just how long we still have to go to get past this.”
PREACH ORLANDO. THIS. ALL OF THIS. I saw person after person share his post on their Instagram Stories in solidarity, and so many of the comments saying they understand his plight, and are carrying the same insecurity of feeling crazy. At the very least, that made me feel like what I was thinking had some merit.
Charles and I have been indoors for FIVE MONTHS. I do not write that as if to say “look at us, we’re so amazing.” I say that because it has been HARD but what we feel is the right thing to do. Well, maybe more me than him, but Charles is nothing if not supportive and my partner, so he stays in step with me for my own comfort. Bless him. We also do not have the impossible decision that comes with having school-aged kids and what the “right” thing to do is regarding them having to go back to campus or not. Our current existence is relatively simple and uncomplicated, so it’s easy for me to be on this pedestal. I get that.
We have been getting groceries delivered—a luxury we recognize, and a luxury we compensate for in our other spending—and limiting take out. I’m so tired of cooking. I’m so tired of just laying around, watching HGTV (wait, no I’m not). The only human interaction we’ve had in five months is the one time one of our couple friends came by (outside) to drop off a sweet treat and we sat like 10 feet apart, all wearing masks, in the backyard (and by “backyard” I mean the concrete between the building and the garages). The hypochondriac in me self-monitored after that for like a week, checking my temperature here and there, even though I knew, of all people, they were immensely responsible and had been home just as long as Charles and me.
I find myself becoming increasingly judgemental of what I’m seeing online. Of the bachelorette parties, birthday parties, the very public beach vacations, the dinners out with friends, the dinners in with friends…more and more, Instagram and Facebook just feels like we’re all living in pre-COVID days. I wonder “is that their quarantine pod?!?” or “where are their masks?” every second I’m watching. I try to conjure up a story that will give them a pass so I don’t jump to “selfish” territory. Honestly, I feel like that stereotypical old grumpy person sitting on their front porch yelling at the kids to GET OFF MY GRASS. It’s not great.
Are my cautious ways too much? Am I the insane one? Am I going overboard? It wouldn’t be the first time. As Orlando said, am I a rule-following dork who’s missing out on life while everyone just moves on like nothing is happening? Everyone I know personally who has relaxed their way of life right now says literally EXACTLY the same thing: “we’re being safe.” Who am I to grade someone’s safety levels? But also, I TRUST NO ONE.
Everyone is allowed to make their own choices, yes. I’m likely very much in the wrong for passing judgment because I am not perfect. What is that they say about throwing stones in a glass house? Maybe there’s something I’m not seeing that would counteract what my brain thinks I’m seeing. Wouldn’t be the first time Instagram was one big lie, fun times captured “just for the ‘gram” and really everyone is several feet apart, masked up, sanitizer at the ready.
I also recognize that things feel different depending on where you are in this country. Things aren’t exactly great in California right now, so maybe that indoor dinner party I saw in Atlanta is less risky than the indoor dinner party I saw in Los Angeles. I tend to be a bit extreme, too much of a rule follower, to a point that’s detrimental, but also, is it worth taking that risk right now?
Here’s a truth I know about myself: I’m scared of nearly everything, but once I do something and it’s fine, I feel more comfortable with it. It’s what I call the “but did you die?” badge of honor. I know this same thinking would apply to life in COVID, which is part of the reason I’m staying put. “I went to the grocery store…and it was fine.” Which for me leads to, “I went to a park with friends, but stayed distanced…and it was fine,” which would get me to “I went to dinner on a patio…and it was fine,” which would transition to “I had friends over…and it was fine.” I can easily see how people would slide back into normalcy after tiptoeing into the freedoms that have been so off-limits for months on end. I recognize that the “…and it was fine” part is what most people are banking on. And hopefully, for a great percentage of all of us, IT WILL BE FINE. I HOPE. But I’m not going to ignore the other piece of that pie where NOTHING IS FINE. The opposite, actually.
It’s easy to live in “…and it was fine” when you have no experience with this virus. When it sounds like a “story” but you know no one who has been through it. Well, I know or know of at least 6 very real people who have contracted COVID-19, 2 of which have unfortunately died from the disease. 2/6…that’s 1 out of every 3. No, the mortality rate for COVID is not 33%, I understand that. Nowhere near close to that, but when THAT’S what I’ve seen, can you blame me for going all-in on quarantine?
Many of the arguments I’ve heard regarding “getting back to life” is this idea of “to what end?” To what end do we live in a COVID-19 prison? For me, until I feel moderately safe, until cases seem under control, until we know more of the long-term effects of this novel virus. Charles and I have settled into our hermit lifestyle pretty well. Yes, we miss “normal” life very much, but I’m trying to mentally normalize what we’re living right now so I don’t find myself feeling like I need “out” of it. I’m prepared to live like this, inside with very limited contact with anyone, anywhere, for the long haul, and I’m okay with it…for now. Maybe in 3 or 6 months, I’ll be singing a different tune, but in the here and now, this is just how I’m feeling.
I could keep writing in circles about this, but I’ll leave you with this: are you feeling what I’m feeling? Does what Orlando shared resonate with you, too? Are there more of us “dorks” out there than I think, and we’re just staying quiet about our rule-following dorkiness? Please tell me I’m not crazy. Please validate me. How have you and your family stayed safe during these past few months? How have you “loosened up” in ways that you feel comfortable with? I *promise* I won’t judge you…too much. 😉