I was going to say that it was sometimes hard to hold a conversation over the music, but two people with noise-canceling earbuds would definitely up the difficulty. (Or we could just call each other.) ;)
It me. I put off the needle for a long time—in fact my last shot was in 1991. Until last month. And hopefully that will be my last needle, since so many more humane methods of delivery are just around the corner.
Yes to everything you just said. Except, as a recluse by nature, I don’t miss friends or family (I didn’t spend time with them before). The changes in my life due to the pandemic have been an absolute godsend, and I’m thriving. I live in fear that the extraverts will take over again once vaccinations are a thing, and we’ll “forget” the quiet oases we’ve discovered away from the commute, the office, and the absolute communal everything that they crave.
I don’t want things to change. (Except all the deaths. Let’s do see to that.)
I developed RSI around 1996, when I was doing lots of fine mask work in Photoshop. I tried lots of things to reduce the pain, including one of the early “vertical” mouses. But the only strategy that worked was switching to my left hand (more effectively distributing the workload), something that works for me to this day. I’ve had zero flare-ups since ~1997, though I can still occasionally feel wrist stress in my dominant hand when it’s in a non-resting position for too long. For that I wish I’d been more mindful, and used my non-dominant hand earlier, before I was forced to. I just thought I could push my way through.
I’ll assume you’re not intentionally misunderstanding ALM vs. BLM. ALM is the base assumption that we all agree with. But imagine if we were in our happy ALM world, but “B” kept getting shat on. BLM is a response to that, to say, “Hey, BLM too!” If it helps, think of it as an asterisk. “*BLM too.” BLM is not exclusive, it’s an interjection.
Also, these thoughts aren’t mine (though they were obvious to me from the start), they’re fully Googleable.