I have a confession. I dislike parties.

There's something about the sensory overload that gets under my skin. The chatter, the party lights, the blaring music. I don't get it! I barely tolerate it.  Yet, sometimes you just have to be involved. You must. Or people will be offended and you will be called a party Pooper. Or a rude person who hates seeing people happy.

So I would be a wallflower when necessary. I'd just find the quietest corner, and stick my back against the wall for the rest of the evening. Might take pictures with my phone, though they all look the same. Cause I'd be sticking in the same spot, so the view doesn't change.

If there was food, it would be even more embarrassing. I can't just eat anything, because I'm on a special diet. And I'd be a jerk if I refused to eat junk and drink refined sugar like everyone else. So yeah, the judgment unleashed.

I would watch people talk over the Soundsystem and be baffled by how they actually hear each other.

At the end of the evening it would feel like I was running a marathon. Not to mention hearing your bones scream the next morning... The muscle tension required to be sitting still for hours is not to be taken lightly.

For an introvert, parties are basically a hellish form of torture you have to endure just to make someone or some people happy. Which is fine once in a while. Only for a few special people...

MB