Might seem like a narcissistic post, but eh.. can't think of an excuse that makes any sense.
The night started when we got to the rave. Other people whom we knew arrived at the same time we did. I spoke a few words to each of them and then my boyfriend proceeded to charm them like he usually does (<3), and I faded into the background, back into my thoughts, unable to think of anything to say.
Went inside while Jarrett (bf) waited at the gate to greet people on his list (he is a promoter). The inside was huge, with laser light shows on the floor, walls, and ceiling. Music is loud and banging, like I like it. I walk into the huge outdoor back area because there aren't many people inside, and the ones that are are grouped off.
I'm getting into too much detail, I'm realizing. Need to speed things up. Talked to a girl about our kandi (pony-bead jewelry), even introduced myself and got her number, but every time I engaged in conversation with someone, it was always brief and... unsatisfying. What am I unsatisfied with? Myself. For not being more naturally social and friendly. I probably come off as a rude, mean person. But I don't think I am.
Anyway, there is no point to this post except to present a specific experience of a person suffering from social phobia/anxiety. The positive end is that I always force myself to at least GO to the raves, to at least TRY. I never chicken out of just showing up. Only with the support of Jarrett is it really possible..
Meh. Just a ramble.
The night started when we got to the rave. Other people whom we knew arrived at the same time we did. I spoke a few words to each of them and then my boyfriend proceeded to charm them like he usually does (<3), and I faded into the background, back into my thoughts, unable to think of anything to say.
Went inside while Jarrett (bf) waited at the gate to greet people on his list (he is a promoter). The inside was huge, with laser light shows on the floor, walls, and ceiling. Music is loud and banging, like I like it. I walk into the huge outdoor back area because there aren't many people inside, and the ones that are are grouped off.
I'm getting into too much detail, I'm realizing. Need to speed things up. Talked to a girl about our kandi (pony-bead jewelry), even introduced myself and got her number, but every time I engaged in conversation with someone, it was always brief and... unsatisfying. What am I unsatisfied with? Myself. For not being more naturally social and friendly. I probably come off as a rude, mean person. But I don't think I am.
Anyway, there is no point to this post except to present a specific experience of a person suffering from social phobia/anxiety. The positive end is that I always force myself to at least GO to the raves, to at least TRY. I never chicken out of just showing up. Only with the support of Jarrett is it really possible..
Meh. Just a ramble.