There’s a line from the 2009 movie Zombieland that has been going through my mind now for days. For those who haven’t seen it, Zombieland is a comedy set in a post-apocalyptic America besieged by the ravenous undead. Jesse Eisenberg plays Columbus, a nerdy introvert and borderline agoraphobe whose ultra risk-averse and rules-oriented approach to life and death (and un-death) has him convinced he may be one of the last human beings left on the planet. He’s wrong, of course; Woody Harrelson, Emma Stone and Abigail Breslin soon join in on the post-apocalyptic fun.
But before he meets the trio who will go on to form his cool new functional family, he spends a lot of time surviving alone, a lot of time wondering if he’s the last man on earth, and he remarks at one point, with a great deal of sadness, that he was never much for people, but now that there are no more people, he misses them.
And that’s where I’m at right now as I at least enter my fourth week of this weird new state of what I’m coming to call Hiding From the Flu. Not to fear, I’m in no danger of breaking the quarantine. I’m still quite a ways from running out onto the street and madly dashing about, licking and touching everything and everyone in sight.
But I do miss people. I miss random human connection. I miss coffee nights with a lifelong friend. I miss wantonly scruffying the cat who comes by our back porch to extort food from us. And I really, really miss my parents, who are just a 22-minute drive east, and who I have not seen now in over a month. We’re your pretty typical, not-too-touchy WASP-y types, but I’d really like to reach out and give them a hug right about now.
Here’s some topical nail art for the times. Sending you love across the socially accepted distance, people, because I do indeed miss you.