Just a little something I came up with as a joke. Hope you enjoy. :-)
Dang, I have to go to a party today. Does that mean I have to change? Crap, gotta put this book away and get ready. Eh, who the heck cares if I bring it?
Maybe I can just bring a kindle or something. I'm just going to throw on some shorts, it doesn't really matter what I wear anyway. For God's sake, it's only a party.
Oh my god, why are there so many people here?
Oh look, there's enough food to feed the U.S army. Aww, how adorable! Look at that dog in the corner!
Oh it's so cute. It must be feeling so overcrowded, what with all the little kids standing around it.
Oh look, some girls I know from school. I should go over and talk to them, but what would I say?
I don't want to just stand there in awkward silence after the meter runs out on our conversation.
Aw crap, my best friend isn't here. This isn't fair.
She promised me she would come.
What should I do? Should I just start talking to someone. There are so many people here. I'm starting to feel dizzy.
Oh finally, they've left the dog alone! Here, boy! Hey wait, let me pet you! Oh, okay fine. You can walk away, I don't care. Maybe I should just pretend I'm sick and go lie back in the bedroom.
Am I seriously having a conversation with myself? I'm such a weirdo.
No. You know what? I'm not weird. This is perfectly normal, and I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. Wait, is that guy walking towards me?
Oh great, is he going to try to talk to me? Maybe I should just make a beeline for the other room-
"Cam Nice to see you! How are you?"
"O-oh I'm good. How are you? The wings look good. Do you like chicken? Personally I'm more of a white meat fan than anything else."
"Oh, okay. So-"
"Do you think that vegetarians are hypocrites? I mean, they talk about not wanting to eat living things, but plants are living things too."
"That's um, great? Hey I'll talk to you later."
Did I really just say that? I"m mentally face-palming myself right now. Why am I so stupid?
Where's my ticket out of here? All I want to do is snuggle up with a book and a blanket. Or maybe a snuggie. But if you ask me, those things are overrated anyway. I mean, they're glorified blankets with sleeves.
Dear god, do all these people spend their time talking about clothes? I mean honestly, I know nothing about them.
I don't know, maybe I'm the stupid one. What is this snapchat they're discussing anyway? Do you snap your fingers while talking at the same time?
No, Cam That's stupid.
No! You know what? You're stupid.
Am I a psychopath? Why are there two voices battling it out in my head? You know what? I could really just use some sugar right now. I'll just sneakily grab some of the cupcakes from the table without anything noticing.
"Leaving so soon, Cam?"
"Uh, yeah. I've got a, you know, thing. My brother's foot just fell off. Boys will be boys, you know what I mean?"
I should force a laugh to make this seem more realistic. Oh yay! She bought the story. I'm out of here.
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The Life of an Introvert
Non-FictionIf you're one of the quiet kids, and you like it that way, then you're not alone. So, what even is an introvert, you ask? Most of you probably heard this word at least once before. My guess is that if you have heard the word introvert, you may have...
