We are losing ourselves

To the many effects of the Covid and this enforced confinement, as well as no longer having a social life, there is one thing we never talk about, the unexpected things.

When we had a normal life and we were allowed to go out to dinner or to a friend’s house, to the theatre, to the cinema, to the disco, to the gym, (in short, I think I’ve made my point), it happened that you met the love of your life or an idiot who would have bored you for the whole evening. 

But whatever the encounter, one thing was certain, we had met someone and could add a new contact to our diary. And above all, we had something to talk about the next day.

Now, in Covid’s time, at the most you can meet a few relatives and depending on the case, you can say how lucky or unlucky you are, and then you can only see a counted number of friends. At this point the surprise is gone.

At the most, if you are in a room with someone you don’t know, the first thing you ask yourself is whether he has had a Covid-test. Before in front of an unknown person, met at a dinner, we asked ourselves: will he/she be nice?

It’s as if scenes were suddenly cut from the film of our existence. And if once screens and books served us to dream about lives we could never have, now we go looking for what we had before. The hugs, the crowded pubs, the full stadiums, the packed subways. Confusion is part of the human experience and cannot be erased.

We’ve reached the point where a Prime Minister has to tell his Nation that you can only go out for groceries, to the doctor and to work if you can’t from home. 

We are missing a lot of things. Remember before when you were in the middle of a hectic day and got stuck in traffic? And the look in a stranger’s eyes on the tube? How do you reproduce that on a computer?

They could be pleasant or unpleasant events, but they were good for the mind. Now everything is reduced to online meetings, and this cuts off all the senses, starting with the sense of smell.

Sense that is good for love. Just imagine famous teenagers like Romeo and Juliet in lockdown. In Verona, these days, they would not meet. Romeo would not be able to sneak into the Capulet’s house and would probably go and get drunk with Mercutio, certainly not in a pub but by buying beer in a supermarket and then drinking it on a bench.

And afterwards, maybe running off to have a fight with the rival gang. The two lovers would no longer die for their love. They would die within themselves for not having lived it.

And this not-lived that everyone, from the youngest to the oldest, will miss. When the world is all vaccinated, it will not be easy to go back to old habits. It will be like learning to live again. 

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