The doorbell rings, but you have not ordered take-out.
“Let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves!” Bonus horror points if you’re like second to last and miss everybody else’s introductions because you’re frantically trying to think what to say.
An unexpected “So tell me a little bit about yourself!”
At a party, cosily cooped up in my corner, sipping wine and observing humanity with interest. Someone calls out over the din: – Hey madmin, we’re talking about house hunting – tell everyone that story about yours! Sixteen pairs of eyes turn to me, expectantly.
A surprise party in my honour.
Aggressively salesy salespeople.
Company’s okay Solitude is bliss There’s a party in my head and no one is invited
In youth, it was a way I had, To do my best to please. And change, with every passing lad To suit his theories. But now I know the things I know And do the things I do, And if you do not like me so, To hell, my love, with you. ― Dorothy Parker