Social exhaustion: You're Not the Only One

am I the only one who literally has to PERFORM for my kids every sunday?

I stopped looking at the group chat after 8pm because I just can't do it anymore.

I sit at the head of the table and watch them. …

It is 2 AM and I’m still awake because my head is just spinning. …

sometimes you just feel like everyone is watching you and you cant even breathe right because if you do it wrong then the whole town talks about it for a week, you know?

I sit on this green plastic bench every single day and just watch humans pretend that we have any clue what we’re doing. …

I been sitting in my truck for three hours now. …

I hate how everyone expects me to be their therapist the second we share a drink.

Billable hours, screaming toddlers, the same three files, another diaper...

Am I the only one who wants to actually scream at these suburban playgroups? …

I sat there tonight at Mark’s place and I just smiled. …

I am so tired of being the person everyone leans on. …

You ever feel like humans are just these elaborate bio-mechanical puppets? …

You ever feel like your whole life is just a series of curated slides for people who don’t even actually care if you’re drowning?

I’m sitting in the dark in the driveway and I can’t go in. …

I’m sitting on the floor behind the couch right now because the silence in this house is making my ears ring.

I spent eight hours today looking people directly in the pupil until my vision blurred into something gray and grainy, like an old TV left on a dead channel.

i dont really know if i should even be saying this here because everyone in this town talks and if my boss found out i dont know what he would do because he's like my uncles best friend and they go… …

I spend every single Sunday at this tiny cafe out past the old bridge, way out where nobody from the department ever goes, every single Sunday.

You know that feeling when your phone is like a little piece of burning glass in your hand?