Anti-social tendencies

For some reason, my neighbors all seem to be really big on the whole giving home parties to sell stuff thing. There’s one lady who sells Mary Kay who is particularly pushy about it in a kind of puppy dog pathetic way. And then this morning her next door neighbor asked me if I was coming to her Tastefully Simple open house this weekend. Caught like a deer in the headlights, I panicked…and lied. “Oh, I’m not going to be here.” I said. And of course I’m going to be here, which will be blindingly obvious on Saturday or whenever the hell this thing is, which I don’t even know, because I threw the flyer she stuck in the door away.

Here’s the thing. I have nothing against my neighbors. It’s not that I don’t want to get to know them. However, I don’t wear much makeup, so I don’t have much use for Mary Kay. And, I’ll admit it, when I do buy makeup, I generally want something a little nicer than Mary Kay. And something that isn’t tested on animals. My same snobby tendencies are working against me with the Tastefully whatever party. From what I can tell, it’s all frozen, highly processed, preservative-filled foods. If they even have anything vegetarian, it won’t fit my hippie-crunchy organic requirements.

All that aside though, I have a true horror of going to a party where I don’t know anyone, and to top it off in this case, all they really want to do is sell me something. I would like to point out that none of these women ever have anything to say to me when they aren’t having a (selling) party or open house, so I’m fairly certain they don’t really want to get to know me. It’s funny though, the differences between people. I was thinking about my friend Jules and how she’s already made friends with some of her neighbors, and probably would have a great time going to a party where she didn’t know anyone. She’d look at it as an opportunity instead of a nightmare and would probably come out of it with five new friends. I, on the other hand, just can’t make myself even consider going. I’d worry about what to wear… whether or not anyone would talk to me…if I would say something stupid…what sort of excuse I could make if it turned out to be just awful and I had to escape.

But, that’s just the way I am, I guess. Fairly decent one on one, not so good with groups of strangers. If you need me, I’ll be hiding out in the basement pretending I’m not home.