OP here, and yes, 14 months later my thread is still active
You guys aren't gonna believe what I did today. I left the house telling my parents I was going to work (yes, of course I live with my parents, I'm a complete loser after all), got on the bike, got downtown to the subway station at around 745 am. I then proceeded to call off work and spend the next 8 hours, a full work day Monday, either sitting in front of the station, pacing in front of the station, or biking aimlessly again around downtown. Never spoke to another person, spent most of the time talking to myself hating myself. Did literally nothing for the entire day.
I posted before about the shame of riding alone on weekends, well riding alone all day on a weekday was a really weird almost dehumanizing experience. I know that especially post-covid the idea of a traditional "go to the office to work from morning until early evening" job has become less necessary so people being out and about on weekdays is somewhat normalized since they do some work from home. But it's so weird to me biking around a downtown at 10am, 11am, 1pm, 2pm on a weekday afternoon and seeing people eating in groups in restaurants, lots of cars driving down the main streets, random weird little shops open, etc. I'm still inhuman enough to think that it feels like town restaurants and retail shops should be dead and closed from like 9am-3pm on weekdays because isn't everyone at work? But it's so werd to me that people are at work as waiters, busboys, retail clerks, grocery store workers, etc. in the middle of weekdays.
Anyway, I sincerely hope that I'm dead by the end of the year.
