I’m not gregarious by nature, I’m quite happy in my own space and company and I don’t often frequent busy bars crammed with people and echoing to the din of loud conversations and raucous laughter, but now I’m beginning to crave it.
A friend and I were having a text chat the other day and he dropped into the conversation about having a couple of beers and a good meal once we’re allowed out again and I’ve been obsessing about it ever since.
I can’t shake this feeling of being caged. I find myself hovering anxiously near the front door in the forlorn hope it will suddenly fling itself open and I will be ejected into the world outside the walls.
I now yearn for a crammed pub, shoulder to shoulder with other punters at the bar trying to grab the attention of bar staff to order a round (a rarity some might cruelly say) or even people-watching while enjoying a fresh brew and a sweet treat at a table outside a busy coffee shop.
For some reason I feel the need to be with people without facemasks and being a minimum of two metres away from them.
That innocent text has awakened a need I never dreamt I possessed. That to interact with others in noisy public places and enjoy their company and the simple act of having a conversation, a handshake or even a hug.
This dreadful and frightening virus has wreaked havoc across our lives and, indeed, the world and has created an air of anxiety and even suspicion among those who have distanced themselves socially or unsocially.
It seems a long way off, but hopefully in time those devastated by the sorrow of losing loved ones will heal and will be able once again to be with others and socialise without fear.
So, when the doors open and we’re flung back into the world, hopefully we’ll be better people for it and this experience can release us from our own ‘bubble of life’ and we can embrace the joy of being in the company of others, irritating, raucous or otherwise.