Yesterday, on a party hosted by my mother, mostly attended by people who decidedly oppose interesting conversation, I at last found someone to talk to: my mother's teacher neighbor, about 29 years old. Since she teaches catholic religion, we instantly had a topic. But what a strange person. Admittedly, she uses small talk to relax, determines truth by how pleasant an idea feels, and finds talking to me "very exhausting". She also thinks or, perhaps, feels that having an answer for everything is suspicious.
The good news: I can probably stay away from that place for half a year now.