For one shining moment, while the world burned, my life sort of worked because people were willing to let me take a wide berth around them without them glaring

For one shining moment, while the world burned, my life sort of worked because people were willing to let me take a wide berth around them without them glaring at me like I was some evil, hateful bitch for not wanting to be coughed on. I don't want the pandemic to persist, but I desperately hope that the end of the pandemic doesn't have such a negative impact on my life as an individual with a compromised immune system as to make me wish it would come back. I don't think that's an unreasonable thing to hope for, though I'm aware I may well not get it. I long ago got the memo that it's a shitty world full of shitty people and, no, this shitty world doesn't give a damn at all about my welfare or what I want. The world has been not at all shy about letting me know that.