Why do I find Coronavirus comforting? Because it resets expectations and excuses any personal failure to produce the stability and consistency everyone else seems able to produce. I can fail, or not t be doing as well as everyone else, and feel fine about it. Is there, then, an instinct to welcome disaster in the interest of a more level or less judgemental playing field? Does misery love company? If the default is, in practice, a struggle to survive, I can feel better about already being where I am and living how I am.