A friend, who I utterly adore, invited me for dinner tonight. In an unequivocal scheduling miracle, I was able to go. As I pulled up to the house, I realized, by the numerous cars lining the street, what was going down. I said to myself, ohf***ohf***ohf***. I walked in, and my supposition was perfectly confirmed. The Introverts Worst Nightmare(TM). A dinner party with 30-35 people. Why is this? One can be easily alone in a huge crowd. In a small/medium party, however, youre in a 100% small talk zone. Suffice to say the two dogs in attendance got ample petting from the whitey man. Fortunately, there were a couple people in attendance that I knew. My sole comfort was the occasional glance across the room at my dear friend. I stayed about two and a half hours, long enough that my departure would be inconspicuous, and then I exited appropriately. I got in my car and exhaled for the first time in hours. For the rest of August and the better part of September, you can find me hiding under my regularly-scheduled bed. Tips for the care and feeding of your Introvert: 1. Warn us of social situations in advance. 2. Please dont just pick up the phone and call us. Please instead set a time to call in advance. We love you dearly, and we are truly happy to speak with you, yet we have to really summon our energy before and have some refractory time after phone calls with even our most beloved friends. 3. For me at least, these guidelines dont apply in a work context, because theres usually a task to be done or a purpose to focus on, rather than the Hell Zone of Nebulous Socializing (TM). 4. Know that we love you and sometimes the greatest expression of that love is being alone with you in comfortable silence. You are now free to roam about the fiesta. Very good.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 03:43:29 +0000
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