6 January, 2021 is the date I decided to become a recluse. I don’t even bother with newspapers or news channels on my streaming subscriptions (I now mostly watch reruns from before 1989 and classic cartoons, as they’re the only things now that make any sense). I rarely leave my locked apartment, except to take out the trash, get my mail, go to church, and go to the doctor. I also never have visitors. The only answer you get out of my lately when asked how I’m doing is either “I’ve been better”, or “Fine and dandy”, as any answer that even hints of depression will have me back on antipsychotics, which nearly caused me to commit suicide the last time a psychiatrist or a Primary Care Physician prescribed them to me.
In short, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”