The Perks of Being a Wallflower (ish)
The Basses on Tour
I sometimes think the secret to a good relationship is choosing someone who behaves in exactly the same way you do at a party.
Last night, I was reminded of this theory as I looked across the Halloween party to my husband and he gave me the look that said: “Home now?”.
This makes us sound like boring, ungrateful people who don’t appreciate social situations or our friends but you’d be wrong. Neither of us have any qualms about spending time with our loved ones, it’s just that we’ve finally got to the point where we’re not ashamed to admit when we’d rather be at home, together or separately, in our own environment.
The greatest thing about growing older, I think it that the people who matter now know you as well as you know yourself. They aren’t offended when you leave a party at 10.30 to go home and watch a film because they’re just happy that you came at all. And you don’t have to bow down to peer pressure anymore.
When people declare that you’re dull for knowing when to stop chugging them back, you’re free to shrug and then leave in a cab, secure in your decision.
I adore my friends, and they know it. I’m a good friend mostly and I am always there for them. In social scenarios, apart from looking a little awkward, I can hold my head high with the best of them and I can chat to new people like a pro.
I can turn up to a party dressed as my childhood heroine, drink eyeball punch and talk passionately about American Horror Story ’til the cows come home but when it’s time to go, it’s time to go.
I guess I’m an introvert at heart and I guess I married an introvert too.
Thank God.
