I should want to go to dinner tomorrow. I should be excited about it. But I’m just . . . indifferent. It’s nothing to do with Nick. It’s a problem I seem to have again and again. I get to know someone and I start picking away at all their flaws. I notice inconsistencies in their statements. Holes in logic in their arguments. I wish I could turn off that part of my brain, but I can’t. My father would say that I expect too much from people.
