Social Skills: Do you like celebrations?

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I really don't like "celebrations," per se. I like just staying home myself, my significant other, or close friends.

I don't like the hubbub of it all.

I have done both and it is fun but I don't like the whole "Beat the crowd thing" and especially for New Year's though. I usually stay with a friend afterward. This year it was nice to have the party in my neighborhood and rent out my clubhouse and also my friend's condo for the ball drop. We had fun!

The last two years before that, I went to another part of my city and went to a few bars but one was really smoky and crowded but the fireworks afterward in that part were nice. Then I crashed at my friend's which was great since he was around the corner.

No socially awkward

Eat too much

Loud music

I like celebrations, but I don’t want to be the center of the celebration. I want to attend it for someone else.

I like meeting new people if they seem interesting. I like chatting and socializing with them.

I like the food if it’s good, and I can eat what they serve.

I like the happy positive atmosphere.

I have tried being life of the party with people and though it's fun at the time, they don't like it because they get the idea that I am trying to be the center of attention. So I just try and go to relax

I like other people's celebrations, if I don't feel obligated to attend and can make an exit whenever I need to. It's nice to see people enjoying themselves and I'll often tackle my sense of not belonging by assigning myself a role (make some food for family occasions or offer to DJ for my friend's parties) or making "mingling" a personal game (+1 point for every new thing you learn about someone, +1 point for answering a question concisely, -2 points for monologging/waffling).

Being a smoker actually helps, it's a good excuse to disappear for a few minutes and I usually find the most interesting conversations happen outside, away from the music and hubbub.

I don't like work-based celebrations at all. I have friends at work, but I have no desire to socialise with "colleagues". I can't relax if I'm worried about crossing social boundaries and my friends are those I trust not to judge me if I make a faux-pas.

I don't really care for celebrations too much.

I have enjoyed some, though, when I was forced to participate.

Seriously there is nothing to celebrate

In large crowds, I feel left out

Or smothered

No happy medium

This is not "a wrinkle in Time"

The only kind of 'celebrations' I really enjoy are the chocolate form that are widely available here in the UK: https://groceries.asda.com/product/boxe ... 0048932884

As for the 'party' kind of celebrations, they almost invariably involve loud music and loads of people, neither of which I can deal with in general.

Yes, I love them, and they are the only types of celebrations I do, so therefore I like them a lot.

If they had meant heaps of lesser known rels or other acquaintances, then nope.

I have to say no, including things like baby showers. And bridal showers. Wedding receptions are okay but I rarely go to them.

Although I do like gatherings. IMO they're not the same thing. The ones I've been to don't have a specific theme, just people getting together to eat and socialize, possibly with entertainment.

I like the idea much more than the reality I feel like an outsider with so many people around who all magically gel together, so I have to act cheerful, whilst being riddled with social anxiety.

Hate celebration

Crowded, loud

Bad at drinking alcohol and dancing

Bad at small talk


Some articles claim that nobody came to a child's birthday party. The parents called firefighters and cops. They came and partied




Monday was my birthday. Did not tell anyone. Did not want to have to say "thank you" when they said "happy birthday"


Besides nobody celebrated it


Felt left out


More than usual


But whatever


I am 36 and that is old for birthday party

Parties are for celebrities, office workers and hen nights. The only kind of bashes where these occasions do mutually exist, are wakes and somebody who is really special to a lot of people and reached maybe a huge milestone or turning point in their lives. This one was real.. I once had a driving test party, that could have ended badly, had I not jammed two feet on the brakes. Some guy bought a case of donuts that he shared around with everyone. Ended up on a really bad induction to the car industry which resulted in my imminent escape to a nearby corner shop. Jumped back on the minibus amid a full torrent of abuse on the journey home( for disappearing I guess), and not being grateful for a one day s**t induction with a fake driving instructor and an awareness course I didn't really need as I never drove.
I was about twenty when this happened, the whole thing was a f*****g hijacked birthday. I consoled myself later by going into the chippy and getting myself a massive cheeseburger and chips and eating it back at my families house. I did swear back at them,(the motley anchor troupe from that s**t ride) that the were all a bunch of a***holes with a lot of finger gesturing. I never had such an awful humiliating birthday in all my life. I can remember some bad masses, but that one was the worst. I'm lucky they dropped me off near my familiar surrounds. That's what you get for free, from a bunch of Hitlers. If I had to mention a coughing fit in a French Opera House no one would really believe me, yet, that also did occur. Flight of the Bumblebee by Korsakov was on my mind as another operatic disaster.
Always stick to low key events and put two feet on the ground, even if you feel like your life is going no where, incognito, because let me tell you, there are worse people and party planners out there, that don't have your best interests at heart and do what they can just for the outtakes. Yep, these days, that little story I just imparted would be everyone's shared Instagram page. I'm glad we had the live Beadle shows for televised commercials and have sanitary air conditioned vents when a gathering like an encore appears imminent. Oh yeah, always leave before the final curtain is up, or you could end up like mosquito ink down another red carpet of ridiculed performances.
So, happy birthday to anyone who is reading this, and learn another way to have your knees up in the comfort of your own in built surrounds, that mirrors only your defences, anything else is just another photographic memory, which you don't need in your broken shell of a life.
Last year I dined thirty at an inner city suburbia restaurant and as usual appreciated my food, even the choice of rose that came free for new customers. No swearing, or abuse and no bumpy rides to rinse out my palette.
What came with a decent pudding became a better b-day, but with fewer people in which to share it with. I'll clink to that.