Let me set the scene for you.

We’re a couple of months into the quarantine. I, an introvert, wake up lazily to the sound of my neighbours shouting at each other. I feel a spike of anxiety as my brain thinks of work and leaving my bed. Then I remember it is quarantine. I don´t have a job. I’m not allowed to leave my flat. I’m confined to these four walls with same person that I have been confined with for months. It has been like this for 60 days and will carry on until who knows when.

I relax. I smile. I nestle back into my pillows and I think about all the interesting things I could do that day. Maybe I’ll read a bit. Or do some art. Work on my book. Or take the rabbits to run around on the roof. Maybe I’ll just stay in bed and not do anything.

I am in heaven. What a perfect, perfect day to be alive.

Ooh, poor wording choice during a global pandemic. Moment of silence.

Okay, now coffee.

¨Raquel, baby, can you make coffee please.¨

She opens the door as the sound of one of our flatmates yelling down the phone pierces the tranquility. Our flatmate isn’t angry, no, just excited to be chatting to another human being. They happily tell their friend about their trip to the supermarket yesterday, a story which Raquel and I had already heard. They had to queue, there wasn´t any toilet roll bla bla standard coronavirus stuff. They told their friend that they were desperate to see them and to call back this evening.

¨Hasta luego¨ we heard and thanked the Gods of silence.

¨Hola, que tal guapo!¨ we heard as they called another friend. We listened for a while as the supermarket story came up again. Yes, there was no toilet roll, hilarious. It seemed like their friend had experienced the same thing. We rolled our eyes.

Raquel made coffee.

We settled into our cosy bedroom doing quiet hobbies as we heard the supermarket story yet again. Maybe two more times.

This was an extrovert in quarantine. Tortured by the lack of human contact and constantly on the phone, texting or video calling all their other extrovert friends.

I, an introvert, marvelled at what it must be like to have more than three friends, and got a little bit tired even just thinking about it.

But this pandemic won’t last forever, and soon extroverts will be rushing out in droves to elbow bump their fifteen closest friends, while introverts are left with worsened social anxiety.

So I think I will enjoy the solitutde and lack of social pressure while I can.

Now if you don’t mind, I shall get back to my book and my coffee.