It's 9.30 and I am at home on a Saturday night. Going to bed soon. People from work are at that surprize party.
I could have gone, I got an invite. What is the point though ? Everybody there is either with a partner or a friend. I remember when I went to parties, one problem was
I always had to turn up by myself. It was embarrassing walking in. I hated it. I won't put myself thru that now. Not just because society says I should go out and enjoy myself.
Why mix with people who are more attractive than me ?
One thing - I always went out before hand and bought some really nice clothes. Just to give myself that little bit of confidence. Because I knew I looked like a pile of honeysuckle.
I never wore them again. Just the once and they would go in the wardrobe never to be worn again. Gathering dust. And the next time I would go out, fashions would change and I would go out and buy something else. Some of my worst ever days have been when I have gone out. Drinking made me depressed. I hated the feeling, that awful low feeling.