Thursday, December 19, 2013

How inviting

I'm a curmudgeon at times. I get invited to things and instead of being grateful and excited, I think "Oh do I have to?"

Like Grandpa in 'Lost Boys':

Grandpa: Max! Are we going to have company again?
Lucy Emerson: Again? Dad you haven't had company in this house since Mom died eight years ago.
Grandpa: Right! Now we are going to have company again!

It's not that I don't like people or socialising, but I suppose I am a classic introvert. I'm like it about every invitation, every party, every event, every dinner or meet-up, however much I like the people. I tell myself "you'll enjoy it when you get there" and "you'll regret it if you miss out". While the first proves true at least 90% of the time, the latter isn't necessarily true at all. I can happily 'miss out' if I have a good book.

I've always been this way. My oldest friend recalls me spending her birthday party as a kid, in a corner reading a Snoopy annual.

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