The older I get, the less I'm into the party scene. When I was in my twenties and thirties my answer would have been a resounding yes, but now I'm more selective in how I spend my spare time. If I'm invited to dinner and I don't really like the company, I simply don't go. It's just that simple.
Around big crowds of people I don't know, I become this tiny, shy little girl that hides in the corner away from people and away from all conversation. I never know what to say and my insecurities forbid me from making the first move. So I choose to gather up the dishes, take them to the kitchen and clean up the kitchen...anything to avoid being in the "eye" of the party.
I handle small crowds of 5-10 people much better, whether or not I know them. It's a more intimate setting....not so loud and I feel more comfortable getting to know others.
All the people I know up here never give parties and I never host parties. Instead, I prefer to have 2 or 3 close friends over for dinner and share a good meal and a good bottle of wine. That's more my style these days.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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