It’s hard in here for an extrovert. Social distancing does not come naturally to the sociably inclined, so it wasn’t too long into the home alone era before a great multitude of us simply moved our fraternizing online. These days, thanks to FaceTime and Zoom, I am having happy hours with my college buddies, cooking Saturday dinner with a former colleague, taking morning walks with a friend in Paris and talking about books with the person I took my first writing class with. In these difficult hours, I could not be more nourished with companionship. And I’m exhausted.
Sure, part of it is the terror and dread that wakes me up at 4:30 every morning. Another part of it no doubt stems from trying to do my work and academic studies every day in a small apartment that is also now my spouse’s office, my younger daughter’s high school (band practice included), and my elder daughter’s university. But I think it’s also fair to say that all this teleconferencing, day and night, is murder.
As it turns out using Zoom is tiring.
A pandemic storms the world, the economy is well on the way to being half the size it used to be. Our correspondent want’s us all to know that talking to friends is exhausting.
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