I went to 3 social events, one on Friday, one on Saturday, one on sunday.
Yes, I really did this. If I can do it, anyone can.
I am exhausted. Exhausted. I've needed five days to recuperate and feel I could go another five in private seclusion.
Relative to the usual social torture marathon that social events have been for as long as I can remember, I quite enjoyed myself. I didn't feel really that self-conscious although I was a bit nervous at the first one, worried I'd spill my drink (no spillage, phew). I haven't done that excruciating dissection of every blow by blow detail, remembering every tiny look or gesture that could mean I am disliked or appalling. I don't really feel embarrassed or anxious, my mind has kind of moved on to present events.
One unexpected feeling is that I'm 'through the looking glass' in unchartered territory. What if someone actually wants to befriend me, do I really want the obligation of reciprocity & that to impinge on my solitude.