This social distancing thingy.
I miss the little things
If someone was to tell me some years back that there will come a time when touching my friend could be the death of me or just going to getting KFC meant endangering the lives of a million. This are the kind of things you hear in movies (X-men apocalypse, Avengers, The flash, all movies that ever predicted the end of time) and then we will conclude the world is coming to an end (clearly, we Africans don’t believe in this kind of bullshit). I have never cared much about social interaction, the only reason I probably do it is because I got tired of talking to my mop sticks and other inanimate objects in the house (the story is for another day). Actually, that’s not why, it must be because if I don’t, I might as well run mad. How does one walk the face of the plant alone, without communication, skin-skin contact, hangout with friends at the movies (what a depressing life that would be).
I’m neither an introvert nor an extrovert. It is hard for people to classify me as either, since I switch easily (this is beyond my human control). I’m considered an introvert because of how submerge my social life is, I hardly party (unnecessarily too loud for me), I almost never go out on dates (a waste of money I presume). You name any social lifestyle and I will give twice the excuse. That is me! However, at other times my friends will literally get on their knees to kill my energy. At this point in time, you can call me ‘life of the party’. I get so hyped in gatherings and my vibe is turned up (Ps: I don’t drink, if that’s what you’re thinking). My friends are just privileged to have me both ways.
(Am I still on this topic thingy) Ok, so when Mrs. Rona came to crash our party and this social distancing was our escape route, I honestly felt indifferent about it. It was a proper excuse to avoid attending all the events that had lined up in front of me in the coming months (transport fare alone will send you running for the heels). The only thing I probably regret from ‘this social distance thingy’ is my inability to make a choice. Going out has always being a choice for me, now I can’t even choose not to go, Mrs. Rona has infringed on my rights (when all these is over, I’m suing).
But in all honesty, I have learnt from what Mrs. Rona has caused us all. She has taught me better to appreciate my company, my friends and even strangers. I miss hugging my friends and their baggages (especially AY’s teddy bear). I miss seeing the cranky faces of the hall wardens in my hostel, the lovely smile of my crush, I miss my special spag from the eatery in my school. I even miss the boring lecture of Mr.… (I won’t mention anybody’s name, I’m in final year, I can’t afford to get expelled).
And it is this little thing we take for granted (I take for granted). “Life is short” has always sounded so cliché until this pandemic. Now I understand ‘YOLO’. Social media will never give you the warmth of a handshake or a hug. I want that right now. I miss that so much.
2020 is just about to take a new leave for me, I want to be more open to ‘fun’ (healthy fun).
I want to meet new people, I want to take swimming lessons, I want to go to the beach and build sand castles with the love of my life, I want to play dress up with my sisters and best friends, I want to go out on dates, I want to do so much.
And it’s on this note I call out my sadist friend (Go to the zoo, the crocodile won’t jump out of its cage).
Adios amigos dawlings
