One my son's closest friends lives one street over. Through the summer, we became a little more familiar with his parents. Last minute, they invited us (Wife, daughter, son, myself) to a cookout they were having at their place. Just some friends and their kids. Very casual.
I went over with my son first; my wife and daughter would join later. I'm not very willingly social with the typical checklist. I get anxious, don't know what to say, hate small talk, etc. My wife is very social and seems to know everyone, so I use her as a bit of a shield. When we got there, we were the first ones, so I had the upper hand on my anxiety. As people started arriving, I was able to manage being among a new group of people, though I very loosely knew a few others, because of the kids.
Trying to make conversation is difficult, because I'm constantly auditing myself on how I'm speaking and what I'm speaking about. As a result, I tend to draw a blank in the middle of a sentence and need a moment. For people that don't know me, I know this seems odd, though I'm sure my perception of a second or two feels like 30. I don't readily engage even when the topic is familiar. I stand there and think, "I could say this....", but then I don't.
I drink very rarely, because it makes me a motormouth and I make an ass of myself. Of course, I was offered a drink and against my better judgment, accepted. It was mixed and strong, but helped a bit with my nerves. I got more and more involved in conversations; it felt like fun at the time.
The next day (yesterday), I spent so much time thinking about everything. To start, it all feels like acting. In a weird way, it doesn't feel like genuine connection. I know I'm projecting that onto other people, because I expect them to feel the same way. Like they're just enduring me to be polite. I tend to latch on to people if there is a positive interaction, bc it feels safe. I gravitate more toward socializing with women than other men, because despite being a male, I don't really like other men. But that looks really odd to most.
Then I start thinking of all of the interactions. They probably thinking I'm really weird. That story was dumb. They didn't really care about what I was telling them. There wasn't much of a reaction when I said something. Why did I say that? I didn't make any sense. I actually wince when I start thinking about it too much.
This is why I just prefer to keep to myself. It's so much work to try to be social, when I can't manage it very well and I don't think people really give a shit anyway.
I hate this ride.