A Sure-Fire “Cure” for Cabin Fever?

As inherently freedom loving social beings, it’s only natural for all of us to miss our pre-pandemic lives. It’s also instinctive to feel hemmed in… experience Cabin Fever… when our concerted efforts to save humanity necessitate our sequestration.

For what it’s worth, I’ve discovered one way to help me adapt to this (hopefully) only-once-in-a-lifetime experience. I don’t know if this will work for you, but… what the hell… here goes…

Interestingly enough, it’s actually been during my (masked and stay centered within my 2 meter bubble) ventures thru my lifelong hometown, where I’ve discovered how rapidly I can forget the liberation of the sunshiny, in full bloom, springtime moment.

All that takes is the first glimpse of my compatriots… their masks which mask non-smiles… the nearly palpable sadness and fear in their eyes… our intoxicated with anxiety, staggering gait as we do our utmost to stay apart.

That’s more than enough to spook me into rushing through my infrequent visits to the post office and grocery store… and more to the point… to scare me into scurrying back home… ASAP.

It’s at that very moment, when I realize that, at this juncture, I’d much rather be inside my home / cocoon / isolation chamber than taking risks within the unpredictable, perilous outside world.

There will be other springs in the years, yet to come, and we can survive to revel in them, anew… if… and ONLY IF… we play it safe now… play by all of the medical experts’ rules.

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

ADDENDUM: My thanks and kudos to Jon Pumper
for providing the perfect soundtrack for this post…
a.k.a. My Corona Home – (“Kokomo” Parody Song)!