COVID-19 Lockdown: A Loner’s Paradise
By: LJWriter
It’s a piece of cake for us, it's nothing new. We loners are pros at it. We’ve been rejected, heckled, laughed at, abandoned, and ridiculed away into our lonely lairs, free from your judging stares.
To the social butterflies out there who refused to let us loners in: how does it feel now, to have to isolate and be alone?
Now it’s your turn. How does it feel? To have no choices, to be unwanted, to be turned away for not having a mask? We loners were banished because we didn’t wear a mask either; we wore our authentic hearts on our sleeves but no one wanted us.
No one cared.
Everyone wore masks way before COVID ruled the land. And if you didn’t wear one with color-splashed lips, a sexy grin, or an entitled pout, you weren’t good enough. You weren’t cool.
Once COVID hit, everybody suddenly cared about self-reflection and banding together as one lonely entity, only to then go right back to the way it was before COVID ruled the land.
How does it feel, whenever a surge happens and we have to retreat again? To have it all from the other end of the spectrum— rejection, isolation, and the monotony of four walls to stare at? How does it feel, to bang incessantly to be let out but remain locked in?
We no longer have to smile and nod politely. We no longer have to stretch our voices thin to be heard above the din of extrovert voices all around. We no longer have to mold ourselves to fit into what we clearly don’t fit into.
Now it’s our turn. We loners, we are the brave ones. Loners have this situation on lockdown. We have a leg up. Finally.
