Source: 74-year-old retired (2015) neurosurgical anesthesiologist (38 years)
I isolate because it's the safest way to live in terms of avoiding Covid.
It works just fine for me: everything I need can be ordered/delivered to my front door/mailbox.
I live alone (with my cat so, far from alone... but I digress) and am not immunocompromised or otherwise ill.
In fact, the opposite is true: I won the Richmond Half-Marathon in 2018 in a time of 1:55 [sub-9-minutes/mile] (Men 70-75); finished 3rd in 2019 in 1:57; and am determined to win this year's race (Men 75-80; I turn 75 on June 8 and the race is on November 11, 2023).
People I know keep getting Covid; some 525 people/day in the U.S. die of Covid; long Covid basically destroys lives and is doing so to millions of Americans.
It's as if by declaring an emergency over, by some magical spell it becomes true to many; not to me.
I already know EXACTLY how long I will continue to live this way and have told this to my family (daughter/son-in-law/6-year-old grandson who live in Pittsburgh, whom I last saw in person in November 2019).
When the U.S. death rate from Covid equals that from car crashes (45,000 in 2022; 120 people/day), that is when I will toss my 3M N95 masks in the trash and live like everyone else.
What with the current figure of 525 deaths/day — up from around 300, the lowest it's ever been, in October 2022, since when it's risen steadily — I project around 2027-2030.