Social Battery Woes: The Tale of an Introvert at a Party

We gotta tell Cam that. Where is he? I don’t know. He’s sitting in the corner. Come over here, bro. What are you. What are you doing? Antisocial. We literally just got here two minutes ago. Ain’t no way you trying to dip out already. Like, are you good? I don’t know. Come on. He’s always like this in public, man. Hey, we’ll leave in an hour. Is that cool? I mean, it’s cool. Not much of a talker, huh? He says it’s just social battery, whatever that means. Is that right? Yeah. Are you coming tonight, bro? Party. Everybody’s gonna be there. No, see, see? Nah, nah. I already need to recharge, bro. Oh, dude, no. I got a charger for my car, bro. Your phone’s not gonna die. I got you. No, no, I’m talking about my social battery, bro. I’m already low battery, bro. But what are you, a Tesla? What are you? You an electronic device? What is this? What are you talking about? I’m already on E, bro. I ain’t even do. I can’t even. Plug yourself in and figure it out, man. I’m tired of this social battery garbage. I try hanging out with people all the time, every single day. Couldn’t be me. Me and my social battery could never.