Confession #2
If you really knew me,
You would know that I have a love/hate relationship with being 21. I have no excuse any more to decline “going-out” invitations. As much as I want to go clubbing, clubs and parties just end up depressing me. Yes, I want to have fun. But I never really feel comfortable at these party events. Honestly, I think it’s just me. I need to go with a certain group of people that I’m extremely comfortable with. All the usual big kids that go out…I don’t know. I don’t think I quite belong to their group. As clique-y as that may sound. But I just don’t think I’d be able to have a great time. I just want my first big kid experience to be something worth remembering. Ho hum.
Or. I’m just a party pooper.
I was looking forward to Sabor tonight. I really was. But I guess there’s just something about going alone that makes the thought of it kind of sad. I wish I was more brave and determined, but I really just need someone there to guide me along. It’s hard for me to try new things, and just the fact that I was going alone (I didn’t even know where I was going or how to get there) took away my initial hype. I fail at these things.
