I’m an introverted germophobe. In case you haven’t already worked it out, that character trait combination is the best defense against a pandemic.
You will almost certainly know an introvert or two — the ones who are secretly in glee about now not having to meet for lunch. You’re understanding that while being a social butterfly may have its merits when things are good, gallivanting is not such a great idea when there’s a virus out to invade your lungs.
In case your interaction with germophobes is restricted to Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory, here’s a list of the things that are normal for me, yet seem so strange to you:
- Please don’t touch my hair; if you do, I will have to wash it.
- Please don’t sit on my bed; as above.
- I’m ok with hugging. It’s nice — just don’t touch my face; as above.
- Anything that enters my kitchen is washed — vegetables in baking soda and vinegar; packaged goods with soap.
- Everything in my fridge and cupboards have therefore been washed, so please don’t go in there without washing your hands.
- Speaking of washing hands, I would really like you to do that when you enter my home.
- Speaking of entering my home, please leave your shoes at the door.
- Do you really have to touch everything you see in my house?
- Please don’t offer me any thing out of a bag that you’ve just shoved your dirty hands into.
- I wash my hands…a lot. Please don’t tell me that I have anxiety issues because of that.
I trust that by now it’s clear why I haven’t had to make huge adjustments in coping with the pandemic. Being strange has its benefits. Try it sometime.