Oh goody, my roommates are having a party with a bunch of people invited over. Welcome to hell. Some how, some girl named Rachael managed to burst into my room even though my door was locked. She invited me to go out there and join them. I tried my best to respectfully decline. After my experience with my roommates during my first year after "partying" with them, I can't tell if I dodged a bullet or screwed up my chance at socializing. I never understood how people can stand parties, to me it's just pure unfettered chaos, not to mention that you can barely have an audible conversation with another person.
This little incident did reveal something to me, I still have social anxiety. After Rachael burst in, my heart was racing and I was in fight or flight mode, I wasn't mentally prepared to be meeting someone at the time. When I declined her invitation, I was stuttering a bit and might have accidentally disrespected her friend. I still have a long way to go, but unlike drinking, I won't be adapting to make partying a part of my routine.
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