Acting Like an Extrovert

After shaking numerous hands and saying my goodbyes to the kind people I've met tonight, I stand outside the bar, stroking the screen of my phone to find a way home.

I'm tired. My mind whirls with talk, names, ideas, faces, books, words, words, words.

The still warm air is thick around me, and I can feel the buzzing in my chest begin to subside, the words settling back into silence, where I can rest.