Nine Tips to Help You Stay Sane While Social Distancing These are strange times indeed. The hot new term this month was "social distancing", and though the thought of self-isolation can be unpleasant for anyone, it's especially difficult for extroverts: those of us who require social interaction as a necessary part of human existence. Let's be clear: when it comes to extroversion and introversion, everyone is a little bit of both and everyone can tap into different modes depending on the situation. But everyone also has a preferred method of operation which comes naturally, and I'm sure you know instinctively which you are. Extroverts, generally speaking, feel more comfortable in the company of others, tend to have large circles of friends or acquaintances, and are usually seen as sociable by others. Social distancing is the antithesis of how an extrovert functions.
And now, to top it off, most parts of the world are requiring people to stay at home and severely li…
What a good way to spoil a party. Yesterday
British people had the opportunity to elect their local government leaders. In London, undoubtedly the
most prominent election that took place was the mayoral one: the battle between
“Buffoon” Boris Johnson the incumbent and “Red” Ken Livingstone in an attempt
to reclaim his seat at City Hall. The votes are still being counted as of
friends who shout from both ends of the political spectrum. A quick trawl
through my social networking yesterday and I could easily find both “BACK
BORIS” and “SACK BORIS” as well as “Anyone but BoJo” and “Not Ken again”. My
own political opinions aside, these people are exercising their free speech and
voicing their opinions, which is of course fine. But among those very same
pages are other comments I’ve seen which remind me that I have a growing
problem with another kind of people: those who don’t vote. A lot of my
friends do, don’t get me wrong. Some of the comments are “Just voted, make…
As in, in the evening, before bed. I like to feel clean when I go to bed, and also I don't like the thought of the crap I put in my hair getting on my pillow and therefore onto my face. Not to mention how sweaty and oily-feeling my face can get throughout the day.
So tonight, after a long and busy day, I turned on the water and climbed in, and I noticed a spider in the corner, down near the drain. In America we would call it a daddy longlegs. (Though I know that in Britain that term is designated for a certain spindly-legged insect, though I can't remember which one at this moment.) It was one of those spiders with a tiny body and eight thin, angular legs. I thought, Huh, another spider that's lost its way by coming in the house and will end up down the drain before long.
I watched as it reacted to the first few drops of water. The spray from the shower head didn't directly hit it, and I didn't purposefully throw water on it, but it obviously felt a few droplets fr…