05 Oct / Not going out
The other day my darling observed that since beginning my career break, I have seldom left the house.
The use of the word seldom is generous.
I would like to take this chance to defend myself. After all, if my own blog isn’t a place to do that, where is?
If I were still doing my normal job, I wouldn’t leave work during the day. I stayed glued to my desk from when I arrived at 6.30am in the morning, until I left at 3.30pm at night. Obviously that’s a lie because I’d have lunch in the breakout area – I wasn’t completely antisocial – but otherwise, glued.
Therefore, when I’m working from home I don’t leave work either.
The failure of outside folks to realise that working from home doesn’t mean I’ll drop everything just to head out to do a spot of shopping, should not be visited on me by trying to make me feel guilty and inadequate.
Fools should also realise that shopping doesn’t need to be done outside anymore, that’s why there’s the Internet.
And yes, my social interaction has greatly reduced since becoming homebound, but is there really anything wrong with that? I have to ask myself these rhetorical questions because there’s no one else around to talk to.
The one day I did go out last week it was to find that the neighbourhood was under enemy control, so you can see my dilemma. Inside my house all the portals are under friendly control.
Nevertheless, bowing to the whims and demands of a group of people that I don’t know and have forgotten if I’ve ever met, I shall go out of the house tomorrow.
I’ll go for a nice long walk, and indulge in a bit of grocery shopping – my favourite type – before heading home, locking the door behind me, taking time to recover, and finding refuge in the virtual relationships that I fail to nurture on the Internet.
My virtual relationships mimic my real ones, you see.