Went to a party last night. I didn't know anyone except the host, I ended up not talking to anyone, and I had to leave quickly because of anxiety.
I failed at being social. Again.
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Went to a party last night. I didn't know anyone except the host, I ended up not talking to anyone, and I had to leave quickly because of anxiety.
I failed at being social. Again.
You went! I call that a win. I'm sorry you were disappointed.
I'm with Laura. It is a win.
For me, the past two years have been an exercise in trying to figure out how to handle parties of very beloved friends who have really terrible people in them (who hurt me/other people I consider as friends in the past). Said beloved friends don't know about these incidents because I'd hate to bring other people's past to the present of people's relationships and choices. It made me miss parties and events more than once, and it's starting to bug me.
Tom, as someone who entertains a lot, and makes it a priority to connect people, I'd say that's actually a host fail, not a you fail. I wish you lived closer so that you come over for the low-key things I host. I am glad you went, and I'm sorry it ended up with you not feeling good about it.
I'm with Laura, Tom. You went, that's a win! And recognizing that leaving would be better for than staying is also a win. Good for you!
Tom, I wouldn't even go to a party where the only person I knew was the host. No way. So the fact that you went is actually a win.
It wasn't planned that way; I just wasn't sure who was going to show up.
Ah. Well, in your shoes, if I went to a party where I thought there would be more people who I knew, and they weren't there, I would have left, too. I don't think that's a failure of anything.
If I didn't know who was going to show up, I probably wouldn't have gone.
And I have literally just made a connection between my worsening anxiety over the last several years and my increasing tendency at DragonCon to just give up trying to get into panels, rather than make an effort. Because as I've discovered/remembered over the past couple of years, making a small effort works most of the time.
Ugh, brains. Why.