I was at a party last year—one of those big backyard things where everyone’s laughing and moving between conversations like it’s no big deal. I talked to probably fifteen people. And by the time I got in my car to drive home, I felt lonelier than I had all week. It wasn’t that anyone was unkind. The conversations were fine. That was the problem. They were fine. Surface-level, forgettable, and gone the moment they ended. I didn’t want more people…