I’d try to go out, if I were you. But that just might be my personal shit. I’ve spent too long isolating myself. I thought I found the secret/hit the jackpot when I found other people I could isolate myself with (as paradoxical as that sounds).
But they’re gone now. At first I isolated myself even more, but recent events have changed my perspective. Every time I make the choice to stay home alone, it gets easier to make the same choice again.
It’s tempting. It requires a lot less effort and is a lot safer. But when I’m on my deathbed, I don’t want to look back on a string of days spent alone in my bedroom watching TV.