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The world seems to be getting back to normal, but I am not

GettyVacculated Americans was promised a summer of abandonment, a once-in-a-lifetime Bacchanalian return to parties, hedonism, and French kissing of the first stranger in sight … or at least the chance to see the lower half of their exposed face. While the pandemic is far from over – India’s devastating second wave peaked this week – its impact on this country’s attention span certainly seems to have wavered. Whether its New York Mayor Bill de Blasio is tearing into a shake shack hamburger in front of the camera that promises free fries to those who get their shot, or Joe Biden solemnly speaking to the press, face openly, the intended message seems to be too be: you deserve fun. Get out there and have fun. I’m a pediatrician and I can’t wait to throw out my mask. But here is why I am concerned. Since getting my vaccine at a local CVS with Gloria Esteban’s Turn the Beat Around prophetically playing in the background, I’ve tried the old ways of having fun: small parties, outdoor gatherings, meeting a friend for drinks just because it’s Tuesday. For the most part, my efforts have been incredible failures. A few weeks ago, my friends were trudging through Prospect Park for a birthday picnic with Popeyes and wine. I felt very loved, valued, and happy. I also had no idea what to say to any of them. I let my more talkative friends have an upcoming vacation while staring at the grass. When one of my best friends and I set up a night to catch up, I decorated the day on my calendar with heart sketches and lots of exclamation marks. But when we sat across from each other, I was suddenly shy. Fortunately, an adorable dog sitting with a couple dining a table away was interested in my friend’s hamburger. We spent an hour scratching and cuddling it, which distracted us from real conversation. The post-quarantine conversation, already parodied by Saturday Night Live, is a tedious exercise. Nothing lets me know how completely empty my brain has become but struggling to find an answer to the question, “So what are you going to do?” I was about to stab a stranger at him with barbecue tongs at a barbecue in the backyard told me his pandemic was “Great!” He took up journaling and even bought a house. “Aw,” I cooed, nodding in response. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone more. Britt Mullin, a 29-year-old receptionist from St. Paul, Minnesota, had “slight social anxiety” before the pandemic. A year of few interactions has exacerbated these feelings: “Oh God, I kind of forgot how to talk to my best friend for a bit!” Mullin using she / she pronouns told me. “We’d been talking on text or Snapchat and my brain just shut down and forgot how to have a face-to-face conversation for fun.” During Mullin’s reunion with an old friend, the pair sat in a car talking about some nearby construction projects . “It was so awkward,” they said. But Mullin’s friend can tell. “We are all afraid of post-pandemic, I think,” they said. “My family thinks my stories about turning my brain off and forgetting how to speak or being ‘normal’ are funny. “Jessica Lam, software engineer and startup tech manager, describes herself as ‘introverted’ into the pandemic, but after about a year I really miss live music, parties, dancing and going out,” she said. Lam will finally be attending her first post-vaccination party next Friday. She forgot how to prepare: “I have to make sure I still fit my clothes … and it’s been so long that I think my makeup has expired and I’m not sure I am even remember how to use it. ”Allison Chawla The psychotherapist and certified coach who works in Rhinebeck, NY, assured me that many of her clients feel the same way. “It’s a big problem,” said Chawla. “There is this sentence: if you don’t use it, you lose it. The same goes for social interactions – we’ve forgotten how to do it. “Socialization, according to Chawla, is about sharing things that you have in common with others. “But we all just mourned and heard about this pandemic or other tragedy,” she said. “We have nothing else to discuss right now, and even trying to be nostalgic can be painful for some people. It is uncomfortable to think about the pleasant things. “Rebecca Weingarten, a counselor, suggests that people are still trying to connect, even if they’re in small groups. “Sit in a comfort zone and try not to move too far from it,” she said. “Slowly get used to getting going again. If you are going to one party, you might plan to go to another one in two weeks, three weeks, and a month so that you can take a break. And when you get home from a meeting, do something that you enjoyed doing while you were in quarantine. “Chawla recommends taking small steps too. “Don’t throw yourself into a large group, find ways to immerse yourself in a sea of ​​people so it can get back to normal,” she said. “You might just go shopping when the grocery store is a bit busier to get used to.” Jessica Tomko, psychotherapist and owner of Clarity Health Solutions in Jupiter, FL added, “There’s a delicate balance between comfort zones and avoidance. “That’s the biggest thing I would say – everyone’s rusted, but check yourself to make sure you’re not just trying to avoid the future,” she said. “Test yourself a little. If you don’t want to go to a concert, go to the beach. Don’t expect the moon, but don’t use the pandemic to avoid your own fears. “Spurred on by Tomko’s deep love, the first really sunny day of the season, and the CDC’s announcement that vaccinated people can take off their masks indoors, I tried again. I made plans with a friend of a friend – someone I’ve seen who is cool but who I don’t know very well. We met in a bar about astrology. At first it was like a Tinder date – at that awkward moment we recognized each other and half hugged. I think I would have nervously held up finger pistols, a gesture I’ve never made in my life when I said hello. I wished for death. But then a funny thing happened. We talked about quarantine hobbies, namely how we didn’t have any. I gave up my exercise routine completely and she said she didn’t feel nearly as creative as all of her friends who learned to throw pots or buy paint kits during the pandemic. “This is the first time since I’ve seen someone in March 2020 who isn’t my boyfriend or my best friend,” she said. I agreed. “It’s fun,” she said. Fun! We had fun. Not the ball-out bender that people who use “Shot Girl Summer” in one sentence talk about but still have fun. I never looked at my cell phone once. Suddenly it was the last call. We have made plans to meet again soon – a promise that feels good. Read more at The Daily Beast. Get our top stories in your inbox every day. Sign up now! Daily Beast Membership: Beast Inside delves deeper into the stories that matter to you. Learn more.