Glazing the Clutch

Some things click -- my right knee for instance, loud enough so others can hear it -- and others do not. Lately, I seem to be ending up in social situations where the mesh of gears doesn't ever seem to happen smoothly. Since I don't go out much these days, this experience of not-clicking is more frustrating than it otherwise might be. I badly desire some comradely Gleichschaltung, but what I get instead is awkward pauses, the checking of watches, and a voice in my head saying, "Why don't you get the hell out of here and go home where you can accomplish something?" Maybe it's time to seek out a new context for companionship.