I must have my solitary space, or all else be damned!! If you are going to visit, call first. If I don't answer, don't travel to see me unless there is reasonable suspicion to believe I am deceased. If you observe me outside my home, feel free to stop by; I don't mind.
Three years ago, when my ex-girlfriend still lived with me, there was a huge party thrown for her older son who would be departing to Israel/Egypt for the military. Well over 100 people showed up to this event. I had spent the previous night working either 10 or 12 hours at work, came home to help take an old sub-floor we had ripped out to the county waste dump, finished up putting the new floor in, and went to sleep. My family basically had to drag me out of the bedroom to participate about 2 hours into the first arrivals.
I went straight to a good spot to sit down, and I never moved from that spot. My brother fed me beer the entire night, and I got drunk for the first, only, and last time ever. It sure was easy after that! Talk about truth serum! I made quite a few people angry that night, but also made quite a few laughs as well. This was the only way I was able to survive this. I don't know if I could ever experience that again.