Anyone else hates parties?

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I've never been a big fan of parties. I like being included, but that's about the only lure of a party.

Occationally I have had fun at a party. Usually they were ones involving close family where there was music I liked at not too high volumne and low lighting and it was ok to dance alone, which I like sometimes (not with a partner though!) I hate and am no good at conversation so that part has no appeal. Some times there is good food and if there is an outdoor place or quiet room to go then that is better. But generally, I would say, no, I do not like parties.

Parties can be enjoyable, like the ones where you know most of the people there and the crowd isn't too big. I love parties ^^

I'm not too keen on parties either they're too noisy New years eve parties are the worst having to stay up till midnight when all I want to do is go to bed.

There are good and bad parties. I love the good parties.

Last time I was to a grill party I was bored all the time. Only superficial talk and fake smiles, fake compliments... arrrrgh!

I go dancing in clubs. Thats absolutely my thing, but I dont like being disturbed, so I often have to fob somebody off.

Sometimes I can really enjoy a private party with funny or/and interesting people. Maybe it depends on the situation because some parties never stop being superficial and that kills me.

By the way Im allergic against drunk football fans

I don't enjoy parties. At every party I attended, I drank alcohol, often becoming very drunk, in any effort to not really be there. Looking back I'm not sure why I went to any.. because I thought my friends would think I was weird, I guess.

I can never think of a reason to approach anyone. I can't imagine what sort of interchange we would have that would be fun. I feel as though people would think I was weird and basically try to avoid me or change the conversation to something uninteresting at which point I would have to pretend like I cared, which I can't, but I also don't want to make people feel bad unnecessarily.

Parties exist solely as a way to try to get laid and I've never found that particularly arresting. And it's a rather roundabout way to try to get laid.. The whole thing is odd.

they make me feel very awkward, like everyone expects me to dance and drink alcohol
but if there are people i really am into i might get crazy and dance like a freak haha.
most of the times i would sit aside and go talk to someone who shares some interests with me.(but they don't really wonder around at parties)

I hate parties. The last I attended was my sister's wedding. People quickly started to socialize but I, in fact, didn't know what to do. I just paced around and enjoyed some foods. Then I left the party and felt asleep.

I'm not into drinking an alcohol. Someone tried to make me drunk at this wedding, but I stopped at critical moment and now I realize that it was socially inadequate (because it was the moment I had no one to talk anymore). In "near drunk" state (I was conscious) I felt kinda depressed and happy at the same time. Weird. To be honest I really hate alcohol parties (so I hate almost all parties). People sometimes confuse me, why do they love alcohol, being drunk and gossips so much?

Oh yes, I've been to a few parties before and I find them BORING. Well, it's boring when nobody's talking to you. When people start talking to me and having a joke-around, and giving me plenty of eye-contact which gives me more opportunity to be able to join in, I can enjoy myself more. But when nobody's looking at me, and so don't want to talk to me, and there are hyper and/or bitchy girls everywhere and cocky men shouting, and people getting onto you because you're not getting drunk, and it's getting later and later and you're just longing to go home to your bed (even though I'm only 21, but I feel like 51), parties aren't that enjoyable. I think you've got to be that way inclined to go to a party - it's no good you just turning up unless you either want to, or if you've got a good crowd to go with who you trust and know that they will include you and walk you home later on.

Otherwise, nah.

Yeah I f****n hate them. I used to always go to them cuz I let myself be brainwashed into thinking its "cool" but I always ended up just sitting in a chair drinking and cringing at how I'm just forcing myself to talk about pointless BS to people for the sake of talking. I always felt like an alien or something cuz I couldn't participate in what everyone else was doing. Now that I've been diagnosed with autism it all makes sense.

Party options:
- Stand awkwardly in a corner;
- Walk around awkwardly, trying to look busy;
- Stay at home and watch a film

I've never regretted not going to a party.

Not big on parties. I particularly hate NYE and Halloween and any other holidays that are very party-based.

I've hosted a few parties myself. Some successful, some, not so much. One thing I learned is to have something for everyone to do, whether it's listen to music, play with puzzles or toys I have set around, cook, decorate, play video games, etc.

For me the worst is something like a football party, where everyone is expected to watch THE GAME. I'd always rather be in the kitchen or playing Rock Band with the kids.

I don't particularly care for parties. There are too many people around, it's too loud, and I never know what I should be doing or saying. I may be able to tolerate them, provided I can have a few drinks; not enough to get drunk, just enough to get a buzz going to take the edge off my anxiety. Even then, I'd rather not stay too long. On those rare occasions when I feel obligated to attend a party, I'd rather just make an appearance, then make my escape as soon as I can without seeming rude. It helps if I'm with someone who's pretty much on the same page as me regarding parties.

I remember one occasion, back when S and I were still together. It was a few months into our relationship, and we were both really excited about each other. A friend of his was having a birthday party, and we were going. He was going to this party out of a sense of obligation to be there for his friend. I was going out of a sense of obligation to be there for him. Neither one of us were looking forward to that party. I remember when we were on our way over there, he was telling me that he was going there for his friend, but he didn't want to stay long, preferably under an hour. He then added that we could stay longer if I wanted to. I remember finding that absolutely hilarious. I was able to honestly assure him that I would be happy to get out of there quickly.

Neither one of us drink much under normal circumstances, but that night, we were both downing drinks as quickly as we could in order to render the experience marginally less painful. Even so, after a short stint of making polite conversation with various people with fake smiles pasted on our faces, we both removed ourselves to an area away from the main action of the party where he consulted a bus schedule to see how soon we could get away. We were out of there within an hour. That was one of the few virtually painless parties I attended in my life, primarily because I was attending with someone who felt the same way I did about parties. That was a refreshing change from previous relationships I've had. I've had two ex-boyfriends before him who regarded me as something of a personal project, and were determined to bring me "out of my shell," believing that I needed to learn to be more social and confident in myself in order to lead a fulfilling life. Naturally, this meant I should learn to "loosen up" and enjoy parties. Those guys wanted to "rescue" me by transforming me into a different person entirely. It was a breath of fresh air finding S, knowing that we were on the same page regarding social interaction. It's been a year and a half since our relationship ended, and the pain of losing him has not subsided. I've never felt so connected to anyone before, and I know that I never will again.

The up side of this is, now that I'm unattached, and most likely will be for the rest of my life, since I'll most likely never feel ready to move on from S, I unapologetically spend nearly all my Friday and Saturday nights alone with my books and my computer. My social life is practically non-existent these days, so I rarely have any reason to attend a party. That suits me fine, as parties can be pure torture.

I generally dislike parties. I don't get anxious or nervous about them, I just dread them because I don't enjoy them and find them draining. I hate when I only know very few of the people who will be at the party. I don't like being around people who I don't know. I don't see much point in going to parties, because I always just end up sitting alone in a corner waiting for it to be over. I hate when everyone is getting drunk, because I don't drink and I find people extra boring when they're drunk. I hate when people smoke near me because of severe sensory issues I get from the smell and the smoke worsens some physical symptoms I have because of another condition I have. I usually avoid going to parties in the first place and if I have to go, I make myself disappear early.

The only parties I don't mind are small parties that involve only people who I like and feel comfortable with. Those parties are usually okay, at least for a while.