My problem is neither getting the quiet alone time I need, nor the social variety, so I'm spending most hours at home stewing quietly with the family's background noise. If I put my music on and have a good sing that disturbs DH's work, home schooling and DS1's sensory issues. If I put earphones on, the sods seem to think it's their cue to talk at me.
I go out for a run, one of my alone time stategies, but everywhere is busier and there is a special place in hell for the people who can social distance in a pair (very slowly) taking up the whole fucking path leaving not quite enough space to pass outside or in the middle of them, plus they're so busy yacking that you have to really shout "excuse me" at them before they'll register that they are not the only two people on the planet. It's not a new phenomenon, but gosh it's far worse than it ever was. And then just far more concentrating on weaving around the extra people out on the paths and parks because there's fuck-,all else to do.
I fear encountering RL mask police when I do the food shopping (for dietary issues, online is not practical for our family). I gave up on the visor after I scratched my face to bleeding from the level of irritation caused. I wasn't an anxious person until face coverings came in with all their politics and making people very difficult to read and hear. It's so much harder to navigate public spaces and keep extra distance when you can't read "faceless" people to anticipate what they're doing.
I don't really hate people (although I have worked with the public and know those types), but I hate the imbalance of my domestic life, and then outside people are pushed into the wrong places and into unnatural behaviours and it's just stressy with no normality to retreat to.
Gosh I miss normal and the rest of the world being in their proper places.