I find myself home, finally. It’s a bit past 12:30AM.
It’s weird. I have one phone number of a girl who sang, and in a few hours, I have been told I will be followed on Instagram by the people I initially talked about in my original post.
If this is how it goes for other partying people, I get why they like it better. But I’ll take what I can get.
I will also continue disliking parties.
I’ve motivated myself to go with my parents to one of their friend’s retirement party.
I thought it would be full of people over 45 years old, and their kids under 10, because this always happens.
I found some folks my age this time, surprisingly enough. It was nice, talking to fellow awkward people is fun.