Socializing is tiring.
-Leave me, Fonso, I want to be alone.
-So?
-I have a hangover…
-Nights of debauchery, mornings of Ibuprofen.
-No, really: a brutal hangover.
-But hangover level: I'm going to look at the photos to see if I had a good time yesterday?
-Non, social hangover!
-How are you, ho?
-Toi exhausted. Exhaust!
-From tantu chumar?
-Non, to socialize.
-What what, ho?
-I'm going to record “Do not disturb” on my forehead.
-Nun sias stale, Vicente.
-I?
-Yes, more disgusting than a spoonful of cement.
-I want to be alone, leave me alone!
-But…
-I have no pleasure in interacting with others.
-Coime, seek professional help!
-Yes, ho. To say bitches toi now...
-That's not what I mean, Vicente. Yours is mental.
-Mental?
-Yes, Vicentín. We are animals…
-Some more than others!
-…Social, Vicen. We are social animals. And you…
-Screams, selfies, pissing, reggaeton... Do you know what I endure?
-Don't get scratched, man.
-Do you know what a great time is like with family, with cousins at home, listening to my son's and daughter-in-law's songs, and walking with all the friends who come from outside?
-What, ho?
-Do you know what it means to drive from Madrid to Los Lagos, bring the guaja to Metropolis, say look for the mother in Llanera and join my cousin and my mother-in-law on the Black Week ferris wheel?
-Jobar, Vicente, what a calico. You do travel…
-From Tanes to Llanes, from Tebongo to Taramundi… I travel more than Calleja.
-What Calleja, the one from Uviéu?
-No, hell, the one from Planeta Calleja!
-Ah. Come on, invite yourself to a party.
-I need a solution, man. Relating me to others forces me to consume many cognitive resources.
-What what, ho?
-Toi fartucu from listening to pijaes, from biting my tongue and giving bones cares...
-Calm down, man.
-Toi apathetic, Fonso, unmotivated...
-Let's go for a walk, it's been so long since we never saw each other.
-It will be for something.
-Hey?
-Did you ever think about it? Have you ever thought that I don't want to see you in front of you?
-Coime, Vicente. Ye branu and…
-I want to be alone. Get lost, go. Socializing is tiring.
