My partying world is.. lacking.
But I see no problem in it, as long as I gave it a try so I know what I like and don’t like
I’ve tried fruity alcohol. Mike’s hard lemonade. Not much and insanely tame to put it kindly or pussy if I were to word it.
House parties of friends of friend & eating out with a table of friends.. of friends.. of friends.. who are all guys (for me this is a huge deal. Not because I’m shy,but I feel incredibly intimidated by a foreign group of people. Combine that with a larger stature than I’m used to, and I’m shot. As well, I found attention seeking girls repel me. I just.. can’t stand it. It’s not me.).
I think I confirmed it the first time around, that I fare horribly with many people. I cannot deal with a large group of people, particularly that which I know few of.
I could be a more adventurous, but I tried my best. I tried.. I tried to make it work. I tried to see the world that hinges on the opposite side of my world. I’m glad I got to see a speck of it. I’m glad I had the courage to do so despite my intense worry. But now I know I don’t like these situations. That I cannot mingle with them even in my best efforts. But I have an understanding of them. That is all that I can ask of myself.