Covid Has Made Me Hate People
10,000 hours/Getty Images I sit in the same corner of the couch every night after my kids have gone to sleep. I curl up under a blanket, pop open a fresh Diet Coke and munch on M&Ms while mindlessly scrolling the social media void. Before the pandemic, I found some posts mildly annoying, but overall they served as a fairly harmless distraction. I would smile, laugh, sometimes roll my eyes and feel entertained. After two years of a completely upside-down routine, where face-to-face conversation is always tense, everything feels oncoming. From the house tours to the museum tours and everything in between, every post feels like a personal attack on my motherhood and makes me feel shitty. I get upset when I see someone on a tropical family vacation. I feel inadequate when I see a friend homeschool her kids and confused when I see large indoor celebrations. I get angry when I see loud political posts and memes, and I get annoyed when I s...