I like parties... I hate conversation. Well, hate is too strong of a word. I usually have trouble finding conversations that I am interested in. How many people converse about comic books, history, things fortean, and science fiction at parties? Very few. Luckily the group of friends that I have found through my girlfriend offers good conversation on topics I do enjoy.
But first I have to be in the mood to go out and be there. This past Saturday I went out to a birthday party at a friends house when all I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and veg out. I got so claustrophobic at the party due to the simple sound of voices that I had to leave.
The week was building up to it as I spent all week with my girlfriend on a little vacation, and then worked 11 hour days at customer service. I spent most of my twenties being a happy misanthrope and when I don't get a little alone time in the week, I go batty. Literally. I really began to enjoy doing things on my own with no company, or help from anyone else.
Why don't people understand that some people PREFER to be alone. No matter how much I love my girlfriend and my friends, there are times when I just want to be alone. Why do people have a hard time NOT taking it personally?