Does anyone else hate parties?
I don't hate them in general. Besides my boyfriend, I have two close friends. I am not likely to get too bent out of shape about attending their (infrequent) parties, because I know there will be at least a few people there that I already know well, or at least people that they know who are cool and friendly, and I can probably get drunk enough to be comfortable carrying on a conversation and "schmoozing."
However, my boyfriend is less avoidant and untrusting than I am, and he often is invited to parties, which I feel obligated to attend because he is a little bit shy and I feel bad making him go by himself, even though he is willing. These parties usually seem to be filled with people who are either strangers or whom I barely know. This is not bad in itself except that I don't trust myself to hold a conversation, and I am avoidant of even introducing myself to new people because I know that just after the introduction, we will have to make small talk about something or other, and I am never sure if I can cope, no matter how many drinks I've had.
I generally don't trust people, and I believe it is a result of my Dad applying corporal punishment liberally (and unpredictably) when I was little - I'm 25 now - and also as a result of having some bad experiences in highschool with one of my few close friends betraying me. I assume that when I have a conversation with someone, eventually they are going to see what a loser I am and reject me.
When I'm in the situation of being in the middle of a loud party packed with people (distractions) on all sides, most of whom are drunker than me, more sociable than me, and all know each other, it's even harder to concentrate on what the other person is saying. And listening/concentrating is key to holding a conversation because you can't respond to the person in an interesting way unless you have heard/understood what they are saying.
Even when a conversation is going well, I tend to monopolize that person rather than taking the "risk" of excusing myself to meet other people. Which usually leads to them politely excusing themselves after a while.
Sometimes, if I stick it out long enough, I can start to relax and be more sociable, stay longer, and actually have a good time. But usually I just end up leaving early. It sucks because I miss out on meeting people, having cool conversations, and having a good time in the way that you can only with other people's company.
Basically I think the "cure" is to "suck it up" and force myself to meet as many people as possible at the parties I go to, and maybe over time it will come easier - as I have more conversations, maybe I'll start seeing people not as potential rejectors, but as fascinating individuals, all of whom I can learn from.
I'm not terrified of places with groups of people, per se. For instance, I can go to live music shows with no problem. I can talk to people I know or even meet new people (more rarely), because I'm not "there to socialize" - I can pretend I'm there to see the music, whether I'm into the band or not. It's the parties, where social interaction is the only focal point, that frighten me. I remember I used to go to raves often and take ecstasy. Ecstasy was a wonder drug for me because not only did it get rid of my shyness, it made me actively seek out strangers to talk to, and I found each person fascinating and valuable before I even struck up any conversation. I don't use it now, and I don't reccomend it, because 1. it's expensive on my income, 2. it's dangerous, you never really know what's in it, 3. you will be sociable at the party, but when you have come down and you meet the person some other time, they will see what you're really like, and 4. I always, and still do, have the feeling that I could be like that without drugs...somehow.
What about other people on this forum: if you actually get out to parties, what is your experience? How do you deal with this bombardment of social stimuli and "pressure"?