Going to the grocery, or a movie or restaurant, or even a doctor’s appointment would be a pleasant experience for me since I’m mostly a homebody. Now I don’t want any of those experiences and prefer to stay home. My gregarious self has taken caution seriously. When an average trip out in public may cause someone to point a gun at me for just walking down the street–no thanks. I might be wearing the wrong color, have a weird hairdo, or say something provoking, like “hi, how are you?”.