Can’t tell how often I’ve been dragged to parties that I just did not enjoy. And every frikkin’ pub and bar really has way too loud music. Can’t talk to anyone, have to scream everything and messages still barely get across. People just getting shitfaced for the sake of getting shitfaced, then play it off as if the next day headache was something really awesome to go through and they had the best time of their life, but they can’t recall a single thing. Also like most of the nights people would just randomly disappear one-by-one over the night and I had no clue whether they went home, to another club or something else happened. Makes me sound like a grandpa, but I honestly don’t see the appeal anymore.
Nah I’m good.
I’m not into clubs/loud music but I do love casual pubs where you can get some good beer and decent food and just chat forever. Thats a good time for me.
Sadly those seem scarce where I live, most places seem to focus on youth and people not staying long and just barhopping or whatever it’s called these days. Doesn’t help that prices have become insane as well, I don’t like to (literally) piss away all my money like a lot of people don’t seem to mind to do.
Ya the prices keep me home, I’d rather get my own stuff and cook
I love the parties I go to. There’s always a great group of people like me having a sit and just talking shit all night. Eventually as the bingers start dropping off like flies, things wind down and one by one people migrate over and join in, sitting with a relieving sigh and a friendly welcome.
Because someone’s got to get up for a drink every so often, the duty is to report back if anything crazy or funny is going on inside, otherwise back to talking shit. Extra great if there’s a firepit and a Bluetooth speaker.
Yeah, I just don’t party with people I give zero fucks about. The drinks are too expensive and it’s a waste of time overall.
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Be expected to hold a conversation
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Turn up the music so loud you can’t hear anyone
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Friendship!
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I stopped hanging out with the group of friends shared no interests with. They’re mostly pleasant but can only do something I actively dislike so much.
The work home hermit life suits me just fine. Don’t feel obligated by the friendships or get put in position of feeling guilt to be somewhere don’t wanna be.
Replace music with machine noise and this is me at work every day.
I never understood people not leaving a party if the have no pleasure there.
Peer pressure is a thing. Have you ever tried to leave a party, esp when you’re young or in college, before the end of the night? You’ll get razzed into oblivion for setting boundaries that aren’t congruent with the values of the personality-devoid alcoholics that are still trying to spread their wings without mom and dad watching over them. For introverts, the only thing harder than pretending to be an extrovert is suffering the negative attention you’ll receive by going against the grain in a social setting. Eventually, people grow out of this phase, but it’s usually after they’ve made a child and are forced to grow up.
I’ve left plenty of parties early and never got more than a token amount of shit about it. Even in college, I could just say I was tired or had homework and no one cared. I’m a serious introvert and my friends knew I had maybe an hour or two in me and no one else cared enough about me to be bothered. You can be an introvert and still have a spine.
