Yes, I’m an extrovert. I admit that freely. It’s the one issue I have that I don’t need to pay someone $250 an hour to point out to me. I’m a social animal and that’s all there is to it.

Usually, my need is sated with the television show I host, the meetings I chair for the Connecticut Association of Publishers and Authors, and the coffee and bull sessions I set up with friends. Now, all I have is the telephone, which is like trying to withdrawal from a drug habit with gummy bear vitamins. I feel like Robin Williams would in a sensory deprivation chamber.

Worst of all, it gives me way too much time to just think, and that’s always a little dangerous…

Wow! It’s like God hit the reset button. What was once life in the fast lane is now waiting for the bridge to go up and down in Mystic.

Even though I have labeled that delay with every curse known to man or demon, I think it would bring a tear to my eye to witness that slow-moving steel aggravation again. It would be a true sign of renewal, a return to normal.

Fate is a cruel master. Now that I can find a parking spot, they close the bookstore and doughnut shop. Who would have thought we could be laid low by a microscopic virus?

Some mornings, I leave my house and do not pass another car on my way through the streets. I can’t shake that eerie “Mad Max” vibe. I keep looking in my rearview mirror, expecting to see a pack of motorcycles, ridden by thugs with blue spiked mohawks, wearing leather bikinis and swinging cricket bats.

I’d turn on my radio to stem the loneliness, but I’m afraid I’ll hear an echo.

On the other hand, on nice days, it’s like I accidentally turned onto the parade route. I’m swerving around the endless, evenly spaced lines of joggers, bikers, and dog walkers. I’m glad I don’t have New York plates, or I know where they would throw those little plastic bags they carry.

I wonder if it affects the millennials as much as it does us older folks. Their whole social life has always been conducted over the internet. I’ve seen public places, filled with people under the age of 30, every chair around a table taken, and everyone of them had their eyes glued to their phones. If it weren’t for an occasional smile or grimace, I would have worried about a nerve gas attack. Maybe they are the fortunate ones. Self-isolation won’t change their social life much.

I do worry about this mad rush to buy firearms. I’m not anti-Second Amendment or anything, I know a few hunters and I believe the vast majority of gun owners are responsible, law-abiding citizens.

It’s the first-time buyers I’m concerned about.

The idea of having to flip the dining room table over for cover and blasting whoever comes through the door is a little paranoid at this point, don’t you think? You should not go out and purchase a Colt Python .44 magnum because the store is out of toilet paper and tuna fish.

Firepower has and will never ensure survival. You need the toilet paper and tuna for that.

I hope the fashion industry will adopt ‘Shaggy’ or ‘Ragged’ for the new “in” look. Otherwise, we’re all going to be out of style.

After a month of no salons or barber shops, we’re all starting to look a little like castaways. Sporting a crew cut for 30 years, I decided to let my hair grow out this winter. A prime example of bad timing. Now it looks like a sloth was sewn onto my scalp. Another few months of this and I’ll be rocking those dreadlocks.

Anyways, these are just a few thoughts of mine from solitary confinement. I don’t claim to have an understanding, but I have come to a few realizations.

Time is an infinite constant of the universe. Whatever schedules or constraints you measure the days by, it doesn’t give a fat rat’s behind. Never will it stretch or stop to benefit your desires. Enjoy the two gifts it does bestow on us: sunrise and sunset.

You don’t have to be in a church to think about your sins. You don’t have to be in a theater to enjoy a movie. You don’t have to be at a concert to revel in music.

A book will take you anywhere you want to go.

Finally, think. Don’t meditate, contemplate or extrapolate. No incense, no mantras, no lotus positions. Just let your mind wander. Find your truth.

Most of all, stay healthy. Be careful and stay safe. I’m going to need your companionship when this is all over.

Jim Bennett of Mystic hosts a regular public-access television show on SEC-TV titled “Books and Beyond.”

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