Suppose, for some reason that I simply cannot fathom, you decide to redecorate your living room with white leather furniture and a white carpet. That night I go out and eat all of the spicy food I can find and drink a lot of beer. In an intoxicated, urgent need to use a bathroom, I come and crap all over your white living room furniture and carpet, finishing the whole thing off by dragging my ass across said carpet like a dog trying to drain its anal gland. If you believe you could look at me and say, "I was just glad to be of service," you are more full of shit than I was. That is spiritual bypassing on an epic scale.
As we currently exist in varying levels of isolation, denying the feelings you may be having about it will backfire. You feel how you feel. What you do about it is the important thing, learning to cope is the important thing. Pretending it isn't bothering you is not the answer. If you need more proof, on am on my way to the local Mexican restaurant now and will be over in a few hours. Just leave the front door unlocked..