It turns out that I’ve been training for social distancing my whole life. When I was a kid, Mom would tell the neighbor kids not to play with me because I was a bad influence. When I complained that I had no friends Mom said, “Friends are overrated. Now get back in the basement.”
“That’s not a basement, it’s just a crawl space.”
“Well, good thing you know how to crawl. Now git!”
The voices in my head wouldn’t talk to me. Even my imaginary friend wouldn’t play with me.
When I was married to my babymama her step-dad called me his “shun-in-law.”
This is an open thingie.