The author can go party on the beach and afterward go visit grandma at the nursing home to show off his tan. The next day he can continue his life as a waiter at the best steakhouse in town as he handles everyone’s food.
He doesn’t understand or wants to understand this has nothing to do with life as we used to know it. This is World War III. He’s the bullet that will kill whomever he infects while he’s stomping his feet and throwing a tantrum. It’s not going away anytime soon.