Slights, mistakes, embarrassments, accidents, catastrophes. Are these things flooding your mind? Is your self-esteem in the toilet? Have you stopped to ask yourself why?
Here’s the reason — COVID-19 is doing a number on our brain.
Pre-COVID, we had a million distractions. It was safe to roam the earth. You could go to a store for a little shopping without fearing for your life. You could venture out to a restaurant and have a meal cooked for you. Heck, you could even take your kid to a drama class, which is now being taught via ZOOM meetings.
Since March of 2020, there are just fewer things to do to take out mind off our misery. Our former foibles bubble up like sewage. We sit in our living rooms and ruminate about the past.
Like the time the large cocktail meatball dropped off the toothpick and onto my silk blouse at my husband’s recognition dinner for his 25 years of service on the job.
All those country club parties I was never invited to. The attendees posted the pictures on Facebook. Everyone there looked so happy and sane. No one was wearing a mask.
The night my psychiatrist of 20 years retired, and I went to the retirement dinner. One of the organizers of the party approached me and asked me if I “was the patient?” She didn’t use my name; she just said “Are you the patient?”
Not liking to be identified as “the patient,” I said “No.”
“Well, who are you?” she asked.
“I’m a friend.”
It didn’t stop there. The organizer brought my psychiatrist’s children over to question me more.
“How long have you known my father?” the daughter asked.
“20 years,” I said. Then, knowing I couldn’t keep up the charade, I said, “I’m the patient.” Talk