I've become more antisocial, I think. Someone recently told me: when this is all over, the parties are going to be MENTAL...a month-long boozing, vomiting and dogging fest!...and I thought, "Fuck that...I ain't going ANYWHERE near people...the poxy scum...!"
Went off my head a few times - have vivid memories of spending July in a forest and on a North Sea offshore platform (with the best pub ever), though obviously I was just reading loads of PKD, staying up too late and watching rolling riot footage.
My social filter muzzle's coming loose...have caught myself saying "Why would you say that? That's a really bad idea...actually it's embarrassing," to senior managers on Teams. Should rein that in.
Some days, I'm a complete zen hippy and just breathe in the rain and feel the electricity whizzing around the ley lines, maaan. Some days I don't use my vocal cords at all, and then end up jabbering uncontrollably at the next person who phones or Zooms, or chatting like a speed freak to the woman at Sainsbury's who takes the childproof lock off my rum.