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I was making tacos last night (I make amazing tacos by the way), and I had the thought that I wished I was making them for someone else. Cooking for someone else. Almost simultaneously realized how lonely I am. It hurt my damn feelings.
It's not even about Covid and the self-isolation of that, although that is part of it. Covid-19 has made me miss the simple necessities like hugs and nearness and affection, but since I'm considered essential, my routine hasn't changed that much. The lonely isn't just about being of a certain age (almost 50) and being single either, it's not about having HIV or the pain in the butt that HIV status disclosure is either.
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