Karaoke Night

I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to not go again and so I went.

I have hid in the bathroom. I have made up excuses. I have run to the train station before they were outside smoking their cigarettes and organizing carpools.

I am not fun, I want to tell them. I am exceptionally miserably terribly uncomfortably bad at conversations with acquaintances. I can't keep eye contact for longer than a blink and I can never hide the fact that I am drowning in social misery.

I didn't tell them this. Instead, I went.
Now they know not to ask me again.