Mid-life crisis: My nineteenth nervous breakdown
I like to have a little mini nervous breakdown after a run on TV ends. Not that I like to but I do, so I clearly choose it. So I must like it on some level. I don't want to belittle anyone having a real nervous breakdown. But this is my one and this is what I call it.
A culmination of things comes together. For months you have been talking a lot. Talking in meetings, talking on TV, talking in interviews. Talking where you have to be careful what you say. And then it just stops. And you don't feel like talking any more for a while. But of course you have to. People tend to take the hump if you don't talk to them, and you can't really explain that you are all talked out.
And there is the rest of life to get on with as well, and we live in a chat-based world. Relationships, work, parenting, day-to-day business, all based around chat. So even if you just want to sit silently in the garden, burnt out for now, reading the paper and listening to music, not an option really. There is talking to be done.