I'm lonely. Really, really lonely. To be clear, I'm an introvert. I enjoy my alone time. But three years is way, way too much. My wife goes to her office every

I'm lonely. Really, really lonely. To be clear, I'm an introvert. I enjoy my alone time. But three years is way, way too much. My wife goes to her office every day, and I work from my guest bedroom. I sit in the same four walls all day, every day, with no 3D in-person interactions with anyone. I'm in meetings all day, but there's something different about 2D faces on a screen and being in person. I miss small talk. I miss spontaneous conversations. My brain is so dead, because my house is the safest place there is. There are no threats, there are no dynamic changes, there is nothing to possibly make it perk up. When I hang out with a friend, my brain is firing on all cylinders. At a coffee shop, it perks up when people walk by. I feel more alive. But at home? I'm lonely and tired and brain dead. My next job will almost certainly be some sort of hybrid. I don't think I can do 100% WFH for much longer without heading into some sort of major depression.