Mood. I was meant to be getting some on the Saturday before official lockdown, luckily he was more ethical than me and cancelled. I know it was terrible/hyper selfish (we live in completely opposite ends of the country so would both have had to travel) but it might be months and months before I get another opportunity and when I fixate on it I get really upset. Don’t think distance alternatives are an option, for reasons.
Other people are getting upset about not seeing family for months, I’m just weepy about not getting my end away. Makes me feel like an absolute monster tbh