Social ineptitude in one easy lesson

The coiled spring refused to unwind. It seemed, as always, that I was either going to be utterly ser­i­ous or com­pletely frivol­ous. If I was able to move between the two it wouldn’t be so bad, but I can only do one or the other. Small talk. Some­times I wish that I had the skill to indulge in small talk. This was a moment when I really wanted to do the chat­ting thing. To think about noth­ing and loosen that tightly wound spring. To move effort­lessly through a social situ­ation. No chance. So before too many people noticed, I left. With a head­ache. Damn.