Not all social exhaustion is introversion – sometimes it’s the tiredness of wanting a real conversation and getting three hours of polite small talk instead
“So how old are yours now?” “Eleven and eight. You?” “Same age range, basically. Time flies, right?” It was somewhere around the third version of that exchange that I realised I was done. Not done with the evening, just done in some deeper way. Worn through. I drove home trying t…